I’ve read nearly a billion times that money is the exposed root that generates the immense arguments that which lead to unexpected splits on paths assumed stronger than the wind. It’s ok to shrug your shoulders and wink a playful eye knowing we’ve all been there done that but silently there lingers a great wolf hidden in the underbrush of the chapters we keep.
Art…
Yep…it’s unexplainable. It’s addicting. It’s sneaky as well as playful and it happens and 105% of the time it’s performed by the hand, mind and body of an innocent someone doing nothing more than reaching forward then having to look over their shoulder to explain to the person they love where they’ve been.
Art…
Freely it flies between trees and petals that kiss a daffodil while chasing the jagged edges of a razor sharp mountain peak covered in one hundred year old snow that was doing nothing more than trying to get to the other side of the country before being sucked back by the power of someone or something that didn’t see the purpose of there being a dream.
Art…
Therapists describe the expression as being mysterious and dangerous. Friends and those that fall into the caverns of love constantly question if you’re being compensated. Oops, we just stepped into a pile of the opening paragraph. I’ve read nearly a billion times that money is the exposed root that generates the immense arguments that which leads to unexpected splits on paths assumed stronger than the wind.
Art…
Clearly it’s perfectly fine to be in the closet with your creative design. Being open through methods of making people aware is an art itself. All the confidence in the world won’t gather you enough brownie points to win a beauty contest but how you invite a visitor to stop by for a sip of tea or wishful thinking is like dipping your poets nib into a well of Mont Blanc ink then setting it on the circles once seen inside the center of a tree.
Art…
Singer/songwriter/music producer Jimm with two M’s put plenty of determination into the lecture shared on Sunday that boldly spoke out in support of actor William Shatner’s return to the recording studio. Two beats deep into the thick fog of reality, a willingness to share becomes the target of listeners seeking perfection. Shatner knows he’s not Michael Buble, Harry Conick and because he was recently on Dancing with the Stars Michael Bolton. Shatner is Shatner, actor, artist, poet, an expressionist who holds no fear in letting go of what otherwise would serve as a dam built by beavers or family members and friends who’ve elected to shame rather than refrain.
Art…
A student from the Connecticut School of Broadcasting stopped in for a moment, searching for an open door to display her vocal and production skills on a radio stage dating nearly 100 years in I think I can's. It’s always been my rhythm to listen; to “never” offer judgment and to watch as their imagination sets fire to every reason why I walked this way: it’s unexplainable. It’s addicting. It’s sneaky as well as playful and it happens and 105% of the time it’s performed by the hand, mind and body of an innocent someone doing nothing more than reaching forward.
Art…
Art is meant to be stolen. Put your work on display and let a passerby grab it. To see what you believe take on new shapes recreates the invisibleness as to why art took the time to stop in for a visit. And if you should find no support in the walls that hold the roof above your head…know in your heart filled with unexplained pain and no reason to gain that art is allowed to be anything.
Art…
Is writing, painting, gardening, cooking, singing horribly out of tune in the car while listening to the radio…Jimm with a two M’s says you’re giving permission to the system to breathe and breathe it does allowing sunshine to take the colors often associated with a shadow and making them seem endless in the way that orange, red, brown and gold keep coming back each time the calendar reads September, October and November.
Art…
Be you each morning you wake and eventually the world will catch up. I will always believe in you first…
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