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Gazing At a Masterpiece Part 1

1)Bind your eyes with a scarf. Do not cheat, allow no light to pass through.

2)Pick a quiet place with just you and the following; your paints, your paintbrushes, your easel, and your canvas, and collected items from across the world.

3)To ensure that you select the appropriate colours of his eyes firstly you need to go on a journey to the Carribean in hopes of replicating his human canvas exterior. Gather some fresh ocean water in a vial. Examine the manner in which the light passes through the deep blue life liquid, like a dolphin's back cutting across the glass surface of the ocean at sunset.Capture the memory of that colour, tuck it away, without this appropriate representation you will not do the piece any justice at all. It would be like Da Vinci giving Mona Lisa hair that was gray. Try to stop your mind from wandering, imagining what it would be like to swim through those eyes and be lost in his visual paradise. So captivating, and full of his pure hearted desires. His blue eyes speckled with Silver are reminescent of the moon. The wolves cry woefully because they are too far away to feel his lovely grace. His gaze so penetrating like steel rings, is truly comforting. He is the protector, he is a lighthouse, and his heart will always be your shelter.

4) Capture the next flight to Greece. Run your hands over the marble, memorize the contours of the milky Statue of Angel Icarus. Feel the muscles of the upper arms, to recognize what it is to create a man out of stone. Sit cross legged on the floor, at the feet of the Stone Angel. Icarus is a cold vision of a man, but Tay is full of warmth, beauty and compassion, it is obvious that the winged image of a Greek God could never manage to compare to him. Tay is a modern day livng breathing sculptor, with a microphone tattoo uniquely etched into his skin. Just remember how wide his arms are for hugging. His cheeks so flushed with joy, you will need to gather the grapes from Italy. Climb the highest tree in the Orchard. Find a handful that is so rich in flavour like his pernality. His taste from his lips are aromatic and intoxicating.

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