the Art exists before the Artist
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Once upon an art. A flower verse. Vibrant red. Ceramic rose petals yellowBlue. Truly there is the art. Pure and alone. Separate. Liketheoutflowviathepipelines. Artist the pipeline. The person carries the art, is known for it. Together with it. But yet separate from it.
The Artist the fire, the art the heat. The art is the inner conversation, the mixing of liquid jeweries. Melted sweet candies.
It’s really difficult to say Who is the Artist, And who is the Art.
One could write the current visual physical state: e.g
From a single tree trunk, Comes a universe relationship of leaves, Branches, lines and genes. Infinite count. Layed upon the blue Skye gaz.
Above is a unique expression exactly what I see in front of me right now. A moment being unified and enjoyment of simplicity of not understanding the why.
The Art Exists before the Artist. It’s like energy being transformed into text or drawing. The transformation result can be determined by the will power of the person. Altered or preserved to remain pure.
