8/5/2017 Prose about being artistic and an artist's responsibility and honour in their work
These are our brothers and sisters,
our predecessors and our progeny,
and we entrust them with our geas
to carry on with our life's work
of colourfully animating our reality
filtered through their artistic eyes...
...and then they do this.
They drop the
They skid and thud
when they should swing and kick.
These colours, those steps,
that word in just the right place.
This is how we do it, kids.
We fly through our own skies,
painted purple and full of fancies.
We paint with notes
and sing our lines...
Each step is created off the cuff,
from the heart.
Inspiration thrown like sparks
off a grinding wheel,
catching fire with every contact.
Each and every creation is a creature
with its own life,
infused with a piece of our soul
sent out into the universe
to inspire and inform.
A dancer wheeling and turning...