When someone experiences Art your opinion and emotions are
separate from the Artist your interpretation is somewhatslanted by your experience, but not always what the artist
But last evening before me stood a crusty old man and his Art
fused into a beat banging drumming on a buoy a rusted old channel marker, a wrecking ball a topsy turve jiving Manikin
upside down and black-in-blue.
Sounds grooving hip-hop be-bop the most outrageous inspiring
moment jangled dangling banging a spiral staircase ascended a chicken wire tunnel
filled the likes of Hollywood Tinseltown shimmering junk jangled Intertwined
inside-out and upside down.
Figurine man his element everything everywhere being bong
bang jazz; jazz artist beat whose hands played a melody on paper he out tapped
the Rapper, flabbergasted the audience and danced before the jazz band.
Flickering motion picture apart but not missing the
essential part ART. Exceeding the expectation beyond creating art on the fly creating Art with a beat a bong and a bang. Spinning spiral Staircase to nowhere but
everywhere, on the stage Its shadow spun a web of symmetrical forms.
Before you stood the artist the personification of what?
ART!Paper plates stamped with L0Vi, 7evens 777evens. Can you get
your head around what happened well it just happened over and over again we were drawn
into the moment.
The artist drew dreams in the mind
where art and creativity begin he is the Innovator, integrator, indispensable G.H.
Sculptor artist inspiring moments stretched the imagination vacuum. There on
stage stood one of the most famous artists playing in the minds in a night in
the life of a bunch of nobodies.
He created that special magic where laughter and clapping
became joy forgotten in the history of life. Where could a person sit and have Art
flung at them, like a Frisbee. So gracious a man to hand out Art on a plate go
have you fill; eat till your hearts content. Art signed sealed and delivered but
This is the cost of admission to the scene. Give up your what?
Not for nothing for something. He demonstrated it's not what you call art but
what is not art, that's art. What's done and what's not done is left to those who
Pick up the pieces and look; life is a folly of moments strung
together from beginning to end embracing death in the end but is it the end or
the beginning. Imagine every experience, every moment filled with creativity,
thought tinkering with your surroundings mining the depth of you soul.
The masses will never own a piece of art from a famous
artist everything we get is just a copy but never a thing of real value. This evening those who asked received a very special piece of
the artist his special moment his stamp of approval his signature on the back of a plate it was more that an expression
of love it was his attention, his
heart, his work, his dream shared became our reality in the now.