Inspiration In a Tube
Colors inspire,
igniting the blank canvas,
and burn away the dullness, the nothingness,
of not only the page, but of life.
To reveal
what is in the mind’s eye
of the Artist.
She plants a seed,
that grows
with every brushstroke
And is nurtured,
on hues and tones made of light.
The Artist is Creator,
is God to an empty space.
Bringing to life
her visions, her dreams, her essence.
To give birth
to something new and distinct.
Never before seen by human eyes.
Something that no one else can lay claim to.
A world unto itself,
that somehow frees her.
Allowing her to know herself,
and the world to know her.
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