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"To Die To Live" (by Joe DiMino)
Art can be so personal:
I open with strokes
Of shadow first
The dark of me,
Working into light;
It is like this with all things
Irrelevant till illumination;
Potential of canvas
Meaningless, colorless
Without craft of feeling
Perspective of the heart
Brushing and blending
Making deposits
And withdrawals,
If done correctly
Always taking away
More than I give;
Leading me to
The mysticism of art
The spirit of all things:
Whether painting with oils, words, musicblood;
Each greater than
The discipline itself
Sort of like
Being born to die into
Appreciation of life
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