The Art of Art
I think, once art is defined – it
no longer is art; for the paints
of art should splash from each
canvas...run across the floor,
to be chased into eternity by
a viewer –
Despite the fact, that, we have
a tendency toward borders;
to dissect and frame all we
find appealing juxtaposed against
that which we hate – unwittingly
rendering sterile what needs remain
fertile throughout its existence –
No, art must make a painter
out of every witness;
must be the envy of its
environment, transcending walls,
both interior and out –
to experience art is to touch
Free Will at its omnipotent
core – thus sensing the unlimited
features of God...
of course – all spectrum are still
only pigments – as God ceases to be
God, the moment He is a render
of man....
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