An indwelling force- ancient as humanity- a need to cull from our environment depictions. It is a bringing forth, the urge to beautify and decorate- to craft... Whether working with paint or charcoal- with beads (like multicolored seeds) it is weaving and embroidering, leaping into dance- an ecstasy and exuberance and the poet's articulation of words. It is the bedrock of culture and civilization art is as motion to the athlete- it is portrayal and expression, emotion condensed, an outpouring of imagination and interpretation, a braiding of the seen, heard and felt. It is the heart made manifest- magic blossoming through the artist's very hands...
© azure warrior
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