Art in Crisis Happens
whether recognized or not, practiced or not, intended or not. You see, there exists an energy--a ringing forth into the world of labor pushing the making of love to make art. Letters and words pile upon each other and become visually attractive, read as art and whisper out of me christening an authentic self. And I know her, knew her before my time. Passing the mirror I pause, see the smile? "Oh! Here you are!" I say, "So nice to see you again." Art takes me to a place of sharing "hello" with my oldest friend.
whether recognized or not, practiced or not, intended or not. You see, there exists an energy--a ringing forth into the world of labor pushing the making of love to make art. Letters and words pile upon each other and become visually attractive, read as art and whisper out of me christening an authentic self. And I know her, knew her before my time. Passing the mirror I pause, see the smile? "Oh! Here you are!" I say, "So nice to see you again." Art takes me to a place of sharing "hello" with my oldest friend.
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