life is an expression of art...or a rat race
art is not a pigments; pictures; or a move or two stung together.
art is a surrendering to something beyond yourself.
in those rare moments where you no longer exist and it's as if the hand of god... is lifting you through life. that is the practically non existent moments when art happens.
the rest is a cheap suit.
an artist spend most of his life finding a way to a handful of those moments. not an easy life. not one that i would suggest to most people. a life not for the faint hearted... a life that the most god awful stubborn and glorious people get pulled into.
but oh what a life.
i remember growing up and my dad teaching me to draw a shoe. and i spent hours on this. and at the end of the day i didn't have the calling to continue.
But then word found me. and for some reason the writtin word caputured my imagination.
music also ensnared me into her web
as well as movement. dance is alot like being caught into the current of a giant wave. that is rolling in. raising you up; a natural roller-coaster. casting you down in a free-fall. then churnig you around and a around. up and down side to side; until you can't tell what is up or down. leaving you sprawled out on the beach a clump of ecstasy.
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