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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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Annette M Velasquez

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