To reach into that part of you; Can my hand find the mystery, the spark the piercing fire to your eyes?
The majesty of your presents sits like a king brought to canvas. Will my hand have the grace to bring it to life?
Every stroke a lesson in control. Every line left alone, a gift.
The subject speaks before us
The artist strokes respectively
Every fear brought to reality in the search for truth. A torment.
Thoughts, life, reality, a person
Sensual, invoking, thoughtful, unity
To respect the trials in your life that makes you who you are.
The artist and subject together, forever
To create a new destiny for enlightenment
To express them onto canvas, the truth of you; the truth of me.