To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
the artist may attract one fan
or all the family of man
or universally all pan
the work and throw it in the can
it stays inside a deep dark hole
a fledging part or finished whole
recessed within the artist's soul
discovered earlier or latter
or not at all
it doesn't matter
art will out at any rate
the artist simply must create
posted by wingman at 3:30 PM
I like anything that flies and most other things that move or move me in three dimensions. I like sports that involve the burning of fossil fuels. I don't like sports that involve balls. I enjoy beauty and make attempts to create some. I am deeply moved by subtlety and symbol. But I also like being a tough, outdoors guy. I adore women but don't understand them. I don't throw stuff away, I fix it. I admire simple and strong design but am often seduced by the complex. I'm a renaissance man wanna-be.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home