glorious defeat

 

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​Art, an invisible calling from the beginning. Always.

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✦ I see ✦

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sunlit play on lashes,
flight of hair in wind, 
crumpled beauty in faded flowers, 
sensuous landscape in draping velvet.

expressions, ageless, of infant wonder and elder wisdom,
depth and beauty in the orbs of an animal.
calm peace in fog,
the angry flight of harried breezes as they toss about that too weightless to stand its ground.

these seduced,

and...

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captured my eyes.

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distracting,
addicting,

visual temptations,

nectar to a bee,
before I even knew I was...

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An artist

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Colour,
architecture of movement,
stillness,
human and creature expression.
all stained my brain and urged me to

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Recreate.

Their.

Echoes.

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I walked, sometimes crawled and grasped with dusty rainbow fingers,
driven by and exalted in
in the winding path of unsteady self education,

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drawing,

drawing,

drawing.

In reflection. I see a body of work driven by,
the interplay.

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Between,

subject to subject, bound by unseeable threads,
voyeur to subject,
subject to an inner world,
movement and stillness,
pattern and chaos,
light and shadow.
The tilt of a head, the tendon-y force of a hand locked in purpose.

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✦  Draw Us  ✦

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I have not been able to settle. Flailing happily in opposing directions like a child

prancing

 

In a puddle, giddy with each new array of ripples and flying droplets, I have chosen, to be

this artist,

 

To cherish

this unsettled

journey.

 

Wielding a plethora of mediums and marks as each work urges me toward what it wills to be.
I eventually learned acceptance of the glorious defeat in an internal struggle to

FOCUS,

decide,

CHOOSE A PATH.

Can not, will not, reign in, capitulate.

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Rebel

 

Celebrate,

Draw, draw, draw,

the art of this wandering mind.

I pray that

each work's chosen voice

brings to its' viewer,

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the joy I was gifted as

its servant and maker.

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