Beauty, my obsession, elusive resplendent bird…
Why do tell… are you of such great importance to me?
The mere lightning-flash of your bright wing…
And I tremble! Leave me a gasp without a word…
By a mere blue glint, a flash! As you vanish in a tree!
Excitement overwhelms me… I feel I must sing!
If such beauty I capture? Will my song be heard?
I wonder? If I can capture beauty that must fly so free?
Present as mine; as Art; my fulfilled purpose bring?
Still compelled… I pursue you! Hoping by my word,
Paint, all media, to possess beauty; my work must be!
Beauty an essence, a seductive aroma beckoning…
Artists pursue meaning in an elusive, colorful bird;
From this passion for beauty, I shall never be set free!
Art is a driving desire to create a beautiful thing!
A Call to mirror what God created…
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