I have to watch myself and guard my heart.
Be it meandering in mountains, some forest, or along a beach,
Speaking with someone, enjoying conversation
Or reading the fruit of some writer I enjoy or someone newly found…
The way morning mist hangs suspended above a grassy glen,
A multihued sunrise, the morning rays beaming through
Evergreens, and their fragrance; the crack of a twig, the smell of dew.
The varied emotions of the sea: its whispers in the moonlight,
its lapping laughter against glistening pebbles, and its crashing crescendos
of brine spray as storm weary waves hit granite and barrier reefs.
The voice of a friend, moments of connected empathy.
A smile, a tear. Sharing dreams and hopes and visions for a better tomorrow.
A hand, a shoulder. Learning how to build bridges.
The smell of paper, binder’s glue and thread. The feel of fibrous pages smoothed by the loving crafts master. Illuminated and living words. Sleeping thoughts which open portals, vistas and times of long ago. Seeds for the mind and water for the spirit.
… all these things I must be mindful of, for I am an artist.
--B.T. Brasington, 2001
This is a place for capturing and sharing observations and thoughts about artistry, the creative process, and showing varied examples of modern works. I hope you are inspired to look within yourself, around your life, and honestly listen to the things you have to contribute to this world through your life--through art--through being creative. The rest is up to you, doing something with the inspiration that comes to you when and where it happens.
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