A Reluctant Muse

As with people Art comes in all shapes and sizes – colors and shades, are the lenses of distortion, while the lights of revelation; textures are our sniffing out, the soul like a canine, on the scent of its substance... The novice starts with subject or theme; while those more hearty trust in the unseen Force of art – stepping from its precipitous ledge with mortal abandonment free-falling, taken only pen and brush in tow; pads, paints and primed canvasses – all instruments of of man's omnipotence The Muse hollers, Nay! While I say, work with me or die, plummeting toward the unforgiving bottom....