Starving Artists

With brushstrokes soft of many pastels worlds come alive on the canvases of life. Each one, a master painter, gently, some not so, painting scenes, stories, events. We, as the artists, like what we have done leaving it or them to view. Our work is then judged, some harshly, some not. Yet, judged, often times in a pleasing, satisfying way, thereby leaving the artist full of himself or herself. Not full in a bad way, but enough to know we have affected another. Well done, master painters! Well done, Poets!