In the moment when we think all is lost, we find ourselves again/
There has never been a day greater than that when I was inspired to begin/
I picked up my brush and searched through my mediums before I knew/
The canvas began to breathe life true and through/
My creation stared at me as if a baby were newly born/
Never could I have imagined a relative storm/
Brews started brewing, seconds start to flick evolution devising within my finger tips/
It was at this moment that I found the tree in the forest does make a sound/
Not knowing what I first sought, lost in the muddy foreground/
Attempting to mimic those who are taughting at my ears to remain/
I finally grasped the concept and rid all the pain/
All is in harmony, all is in fit for it is I who must first interpret/
See, it is for me first to conceive and exhibit and share with others my hearts content.
Teleis
well written!
Russell Holder
Beautiful Piece. Revealing the heart of an Artist… with words.