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I PAINT by Tanielle Childers

This poem was written to better explain why I am an artist/painter…

Being an artist is a far cry from an easy path to pave, but when you feel something in your heart so genuinely and passionately, I believe it is your responsibility to find a way to share it with the world.  Life is a journey and creating art and poetry is the essence of my being. Creating art is my way of painting the world with hope and a little bit of magic.
Artwork by the author


I Paint
by Tanielle Childers


I PAINT
With my feet on the ground,
With my head in the clouds,
Happy colors on my palette
And music in my ears-
To awaken my spirit.

I PAINT
With emotion,
My heart and intuition.
With the energy I feel,
Guiding my every decision.

I PAINT
To reconnect,
To stay true to myself,
To feel alive
And to share my heart
With the world around me.

I PAINT
To leave smiles behind
Tangible moments
Frozen in time
In hopes that it will be shared
And enjoyed by more eyes than just mine.

I PAINT
To keep on giving-
Little pieces of my heart
That will go on living
Happily ever after.
Pictured is the author, Tanielle Childers with one of her art pieces. 


Tanielle Childers is an award winning artist, wife and mother to two beautiful children enjoying life in Loveland, Colorado USA. She finds inspiration to create art through her love of nature and playful imagination. Her use of vibrant, happy colors and unique whimsical style make Tanielle's art magical, refreshing and one-of-a-kind. To see an online gallery of Tanielle’s art, please click here. Aside from creating art, she enjoys spending quality time with family and friends, writing poetry about her personal life’s journey and enjoys running as often as possible. She believes passionately in sharing her life experiences through the creation of her art and poetry in hopes of reaching and connecting with the hearts of people all over the world.  You may connect with Tanielle on Facebook here. 


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