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Click hereShe is the living beauty artist and poets have obsessed over throughout their time.
They dare to try and capture her beauty in words and specially chosen materials.
The canvas on which the artist paints is two-dimensional and incomplete ....always incomplete.
No matter how the canvas bleeds along with his heart its still incomplete.
The woman is a complex being.
She is full of the emotions he wants to paint......to give life to in his own way.
Sculptures are still ,always still and unfinished in the total movement.
The subtlety that each woman possesses to live her life is gone.
It cannot be brought into being even with three dimensions.
The poet try s to bring her to life in symbols.
He try s to make the reader feel in a short moment the woman and what she means to him.
To the artist and the poet she is a quest to explain and give meaning to beauty and life.
But she is art brought to life by the greatest creator of all...and her Soul is his.
Just out of reach of man with tools.
But when mortal man opens his heart and puts down his capturing tools he exposes his Soul.......he exposes her creator.
Afterwards he ll bare nothing but the skin that was brought into being by a woman.
Then there is nothing but the original way of making life and beauty.
In doing so the human odyssey continues.
Living beauty will be born with the help of man s and woman s need to create like animals.
Stripped down to bare essentials in an expression of love.
Great works are brought into being in this way......one to show beauty and one to capture it with tools.