Art is the visual
or sometimes audible
form of inspiration
with a combination
of your imagination
Running wild
as brush strokes canvas
as flash over lenses
as fingers on plastic
typing in the rhythm
of the soul
pouring out the feelings
so damn old.
Film schools
and art schools
and writing schools
Specialize on schooling
persistent pupils
on finding unique perspectives
of this perpetually changing planet
on which we currently coexist upon.
That's why I read
Frost and Poe
Browing and Kippling
Everything from
Shakespeare
to the vampire queen herself
Miss Anne Rice
Because reading
is like speaking
out the truth of lives
that were never really
discovered until
opening a book
and finding perspectives
on someone else's lives.
Inspiration
builds upon my imaginations
and toy car mats turn
into something that represented
a bigger portion
of my life
than I ever let
myself realize
it truly did.
Everything links back together
like the legos that built my house
for my tiny little family
That I always thought was
perfectly normal
even though there were
no girls in that little window
And they still had a son
And a lovely home
with picket fences
and a lego car to boot.
It is how we were raised,
where we lived that truly defines
what we see when we wake up
and open our eyes.
It is that exposure to whatever
is already out there
that DEFINES what we are capable
of discovering on our own.
Because a picture is worth 1000 words
And if a picture contains 1000 birds
Then a picture is worth 1 million words
and the pictures contains 1 million birds
Then the cycle grows stronger still
and learning comes against our will
Cause the world is ever-changing
and the artist is ever-learning
The new perspectives
of a blind man seeing
Everything and nothing at all
Monday, February 18, 2008
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