Captured Genius

I wrote this poem as part of a collaboration with an artist who makes physical painted art. I got to choose one of her pieces to write a corresponding poem. The poem was spot on, without me knowing it, she made the painting during a period in which she felt stuck between craving creative freedom and being forced to follow guidelines of a study or school. When I saw the painting, for me it explained a creative character who was troubled, feeling all this glorious expression inside, ready to let it out, but feeling inhibited by structure.

In respect to her work, I'm not sharing the painting here. It had lots of blue organic forms, representing the color psychology of structure, firmness and facts. The piece was also filled with vibrant colours like pink, representing the psychology of vulnerability, innocence and optimism and red, representing the psychology of anger, passion, motivation and confidence.
It is known that certain emotions, tend to make artists unconsciously use specific colours. I decoded the psychology of the colours, got into my conscious flow state and effortlessly made this fitting piece of art 🔥 Tapping myself on the damn shoulder 🌝
It's funny, because just like her, in the same period, I was experiencing a detox of structure and swimming into creative freedom, writing, painting and just being. So this piece of art is a master piece matching our experiences from two different perspectives, but so very fitting to our life journey.

This poem marks the beginning of a "fuck the system, I'm diving into my own thing" era. I'm sharing it here, hoping it will inspire at least one person to never let their genius, their creative power, be held down by inhibited systems and structures.

Happy reading x

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This is an AI generated image, made with Canva Magic Studio. This image is not the art piece I mentioned in the above introduction.

Captured Genius

She’s in the storm,
slowly seized by the structure.
She feels controlled,
by systemic waves.
She is naive, although expressive,
she’s motivated, however soft.

She’s in the storm,
slowly seized by the structure.
She feels controlled,
by systemic waves.
She’s not naive, just very expressive.
She’s motivated,
she’s authentically soft.

The passion and the anger,
feel captured by the order.
Her identity,
oh God! the creativity,
her genius,
and all of her power.
Her game is determined,
in search of freedom,

please! please! no structured order...

I’m in the storm,
slowly seized by the structure.
I feel controlled,
by systemic waves.
I might be naive, but I’m very expressive,
I’m motivated, not very soft.

I’m in the storm,
with passion and anger.
I won’t be held down by the borders!
This is my identity,
my creativity,
my power,
my genius,
my name.

-NIVAWO