Ink Or Blood
Were I with artist brush to place my strokes upon this canvas with the very blood which once passed through my beating heart, pulsed through my veins and bore witness to my soul.....would those strokes with their cry for life call out more boldly from the page than black of ink......and if so is this not admission of lacking not of artist but witness ?
Words be words and stroke be stroke as should not rest so heavy upon the shoulders of this artist responsibility to provide tools of understanding.
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