Art is..

An indwelling
force
ancient
as humanity
a need
to cull
from our environment
depictions.
It is a bringing
forth,
the urge
to beautify
and decorate-
to craft...
Wether working
with paint or charcoal-
with beads- ( like multicolored seeds)
it is weaving and embroidering
leaping into dance-
an ecstasy and exuberance
and the poet's articulation
of words.
It is the bedrock of
culture
and civilization
art is as motion to the
athlete-
it is portrayl and expression,
emotion condensed,
an outpouring
of imagination and interpretation.
A braiding of the
seen, heard and felt.
It is heart
made manifest-
magic blossoming
through the artist's very
hands.

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