Dear Muse.
The gallery is the place of anticipation, where faith is tested but not abandoned. A Wait At the Gallery, the second part, Where The Artist sends his response Dear Muse, Before you thought of a brush, I had the colours. You chose blue, I used the brighter version of it. Silhouette or not, I have your image figured out in mind. I did not use a brush as you did— I painted with my bare hands. Have you thought about it? Brushes were made by man, my hands created the man. Drawing on a canvas is unseen, only hung on gallery walls. The image I have of you is bigger than a portrait, larger than a landscape. If you ask me what did I draw, I can tell you nothing. Drawings are works of art on canvas, not in real life. I did not draw— I ma...
