I met this artist in Arizona. He's amazing. I wish I had more money to help support him. His work is the best pen & ink that I have ever seen. Standing next to a piece that took him over 50 ball point pens, I nearly cried.
Have I ever told you that I cry when I see great work up close? I cannot help it. It is not the response I would choose. I would choose more words to the artist, to his mother, to anyone that would listen. Except that, next to great art, my more words just sounds like more noise even before I speak them so I don't and the things I would say if they could add and not subtract from the piece, the things that do not get words fill up my mouth until they overflow into my eyes.
Words are essentially water. Either condensation carried in noise breathed out or else the raindrop tears. Maybe this is why the ocean has inspired so many writers of words.
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