Do you like my poem about art?
Rasberries and Warpaint Art is the soul exposed, a reflection of reflected and bounced back but refracted by the mist of illusion over our eyes; perfection eluding all, and only few creations in a lifetime meat their origin flush. Art is feeling and touch, art is hearing and giving life and meaning to tone, art is pouring your soul onto the creation in ink, paint, and charred coals through the hand and hand in hand with the eye transferring minds eye in medium. Art is the flow of the soul creating. Create, as you were created. -Matthew DiCesare