An Artist's World
An Artist’s World
Looking at the canvas
I cannot see the pure white of the fibers
What is there hidden in the plainness?
Others will never see what I see
If I could see anything at all
The paints sit still as beads of glass
The brushes look like grasses blowing in a prairie wind
Even the smell of the turpentine seems dry
This is the world of the artist
Barren and lifeless until a single moment comes
A moment of clarity only they can feel
A vision that becomes revealed in a flash
A word or musical lyric that becomes its own world
A painting is created
A world is born from the bleakness of reality
Mountains, valleys and storm clouds fill the same canvas
Birds fly through the unseen air
While flowers cover a grassy hillside
The blank white canvas is long gone
Replaced by a paradise of the artist’s creation
And the real world is given another picture of beauty
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