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WHO AM I ?
I am the painter
Who reaches for his camel hair brush
To again attempt to recreate
Onto a reincarnated tree
An unbelievable sunset,
I am the dancer
Who through graceful movements
And passionate music
Communicates deep emotions.
I am the carver
Who strips away
At a rough and ugly block of wood
To reveal the exquisite creature
he sees hidden inside,
I am the writer
Who resists sleep to record
The flash of inspiration
Some ordinary daily routine has given him,
I am the potter
Who takes a simple lump of clay
And punishes it, molds it, and forms it
Into the sculpture he sees in his minds eye,
For all the artists I have been
Never ask the well-meant, but
Painful question
“Why? Why not create something reliable?”
Hesitantly, I offer an explanation,
A reason for my madness:
I do not create because I can,
I create because I must!!!
