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The remembrance of awakening from the dream of reality into another one is the portraits edge of life. What simple holdings to walk the same road a 100 times and yet never is it the exact same twice. Each brush stroke, each colour, each fountian of passion from seemingly no source and unto no end to cascade crimson down black marble stair cases to pool and hold for a moment before it spills forth tot he next step. As crescendos and dips of notes in colours play forth and not the same to bring the passions from a common spring. Paint the same picture 100 times and never is it the same with each line and each mark. Is but not a blank canvas the absence of memory and the first line a mark of the horizon. Is it not the first step of the picture remembering it was a picture and the artist awakening into the realization of self? Do we not paint and draw and write and sing for to spring forth an outlets for such passions that stir the soul and move the heart. In an attempt to share that feeling with others that beauty that life holds that we are alive.And is that crimson cascade of souls blood in passion not the mark of the artist left on that blank canvas awakening or the dreamer in the ever waking dream upon the seas of time and heart is but his guide and compass. Delemonico · Tue Dec 02, 2008 @ 07:30pm · 0 Comments


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