Honestly every time I even attempt to fill out an ‘About Me’ box on Facebook, Twitter, or any social media accounts I feel slightly horrified. Even when I meet someone new and they ask me the wondrous question,
“So, tell me about yourself?”
I literally want to stab myself with a spork. Not because I do not or cannot share a few facts about me it is simply because I mentally cannot piece myself together enough to share in a cohesive sentence over a cup of coffee with a new acquaintance. I just have no clue where to begin like should tell them about how I have never eaten ribs (the way they look physically bothers me), my favorite food is green curry (I would eat it everyday if I could), or how about that the most horrible sound to me is the metal bit on a pencil eraser scrapping on paper? Those are all aspects about me so it should count.
I am a scatter-brained individual.
That is another characteristic about me so we will start with that. I have at least fifteen different projects going on all at once. Whether it be paintings, video schemes, or business ideas I am always moving. Life it always moving forward and I defiantly showcase that on a day to day bases.
One of the many reasons why I started painting and drawing in the first place was because I have a million thoughts going on at once. I am inspired by anything, everything and I had to find a way to articulate my ideas or else I would pay for it by being an emotional wreck twenty-three hours a day. Writing took too much time to express my innovations (ironic because I’m writing this now but I have put in a good three hours typing this so appreciate this garbage) I am way to impatient too log every single thought of mine. Poetry was too angsty for me I cannot even make mac and cheese without it turing into soup let alone write a metaphor. I attempted to play instruments which ended up with me ashamed that I was not the next Joan Jett as soon as I picked up the guitar. Some how as soon as I settled on a paint brush and a watercolor set it felt natural, it all fell into place. I did not choose painting it chose me.
Painting was where I was supposed to be. Not the next rockstar. Not the next Emily Dickinson. I could paint parts of me to show the world. I could display my desire, my animosity, or my woe in a picture for people too see. I do not even have to speak.
If I cannot form my thoughts into words I can do it in actions. Every flick of the paintbrush, drop of paint, and dust of charcoal is a little bit of me. In the end you have a portion of me on canvas and that is better than any description on Instagram that I have even attempted to write.
So did this ‘about me’ suffice?
Delaney Marie Thomas
Delaney Marie Designs
Journey of Love
Perfect Paper Airplane
Bat Hat Crazy
Trying to Hide