Word Smith
The materials are shredded into pieces
He takes his measurement with his intuitive Tape
He Lives himself Lost in creative wilderness
He sits in a serene environment ready to receive his imagination
He transforms his history and experience into beautiful design and style
He appeals to our five senses with litres of expression
He pours out his deepest emotions and moulds them into a verbal harmonious symmetry
He consciously sings as he weaves his feeling into tiny word designs
His lyrical dexterity winks occasionally on the white linen sheet as he knits them perfectly to create artistic unity
We struggle for understanding on the plane of his subjectivity
He creates an amazing piece and models them on a white piece
What an awesome design Mr Word Smith.
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