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Life Worth Living

chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding 
this is the life of a creator 
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle 
a primal link to the past and an eye on the future
ever striving for a land bridge between the two 
like ancient explorers of the human condition
back and forth
to and fro 
sweeping arm movements packed with energy
eye's steady and intense gaze resting on the immediate
standing on the precipice, the gateway of creativity 
ready to push the boundaries of the possible one more time 
forging potentials in the foundry of insight 
molten heat emanating from the source of inspiration
leaving trails across le atelier in vibrant, living color 
once more into the fray.....
a chance to become something more
a demigod, replete with all the powers 
to cast off these earthly shackles and take one's rightful place 
amongst the Apollonian and Dionysian pantheon
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Giacometti, Rodin and Michelangelo
basking in their eternal aurora of shimmering crystalline streaks of productivity 
leaving traces of ocular delight along the way 
but always leaving something to be desired 
just out of reach and unattainable, alluding to greater grandeur
scaling the philosophical peaks and traversing the political spectrum 
to unify the scattered, to join the fragmented, to give voice to the oppressed 
saying something with nothing
directing the viewer's eye with subtleties 
emphasizing silence with space and void
painting and glazing
soldering and welding 
hands steadily guiding and grinding
unearthing the inert qualities laying dormant, waiting to be revealed 
commanding that the materials speak and be known 
this is a life worth living
this is the life of a creator

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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