Most of the submissions here are from writers. So I was more than a little surprised to have been asked for my contribution by my dear friend, Sue. You see, I’m not a writer. No, wait. I’m not a good writer. I do try, it’s just there seems to be a vast chasm between my brain and the keyboard. Words just don’t make it across. I cannot for the life of me paint a picture with words. It’s not that I’m not inspired. My head is full of stories and visions that I would love to share with the world. Stories of beauty and hope and wonderful things. Stories of horror, depravity and darkness. Stories. I’ve got a million of them, all trapped in my brain, seeking escape. Fortunaltely, for me, anyways, some do escape the cerebral prison. Yeah, I’ve already told you that I’m no writer. My visions don’t end up on paper or scrolled across the screen. My creativity flows forth onto canvas. I paint. I’m not too bad at it, either. It’ll never make me rich and famous, but how many writers are succesful? That’s not why I do it, though. I paint because sometimes, it’s the only way I have to express what’s inside of me. I paint for my wife, Susan, who I believe truly loves what I do. She is my inspiration for everything bright and beautiful.
46 Alan “Wolf” Roark