Crow no 13
20 x 16
Acrylic on frosted mylar
ready to begin.
Poets are only
Mary Oliver; Humility
The same is true for any art and artist. When we create we enter into an agreement with our muse. The art lives and breathes beyond our physicality. We are the instrument of realization.
And once we create it, that euphoric, mysterious, beautiful something, the agreement is, we give it back so others can experience it, too.
Whether it whispers between the pages of paper or steps out clearly on canvas or stone, it rejoices in the community of man, as it never was ours to begin with.