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    dots Submission Name: Painting Misery On The Wallsdots

    Author: Flowerinbloom
    ASL Info:    22/M/Earth (I think)
    Elite Ratio:    3.5 - 700/559/123
    Words: 130
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       The artist and his brush...A little different than my others I think. It's to show the command brush has over srtist.

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    dotsPainting Misery On The Wallsdots

    With every stroke my brush speaks for me,
    uttering words my tongue is too coward to form.
    But surely practice makes perfect
    as I paint misery on these walls.
    Expression is a privilege,
    a distinction I don't have
    but brushes bring inspiration to idiots
    and I am a savant before an empty canvas.
    The brush dances on the surface.
    Giving life to fantastic stories,
    giving birth to wild memories
    only souls without chains could have lived.
    Passion erupts from every bristle.
    Melodies stir with every caress.
    This is the sensation true artists feel
    when sacred revelations dictate intellectual obligations.
    The brush falls in completion,
    distress never owned the soul.
    The mural is finished yet i could never have told it,
    misery is not the melody on these walls.

    Submitted on 2008-07-12 22:45:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      "but brushes bring inspiration to idiots
    and I am a savant before an empty canvas."

    I think these lines describes your piece completely. It shows the command the brush has over the artist. When the artist starts to paint his will is overcome by his brush like a poet loses his will to his pen. At the end when "The brush falls in completion" the artist doesnt recognize what he has painted. Brilliant.

    The rhythm I noticed was a little simple at the beginning and end, but was noticeable more "inspired" in the middle when the brush was in command. No doubt that was your intention, brilliant. You continue to amaze.

    | Posted on 2008-07-18 00:00:00 | by AnotherNobody | [ Reply to This ]
      but brushes bring inspiration to idiots

    I think this is such a great line. I mean, I really understand this, I haven't heard a lot in art and in poetry about this and I really like how you have stated it.

    giving birth to wild memories
    only souls without chains could have lived

    This says something about being an artist in the present day. It speaks of nostalgia and envy for a more simple time.

    when sacred revelations dictate intellectual obligations.

    And this just blows me away, this is the exact duplicate of that feeling, you captured it perfectly, what it is to create art with purpose, relying on the art itself to manifest rather than trying to dictate.

    I just have to say that this piece amazes me.
    Very worthy efforts.

    Sincerest Affections
    | Posted on 2008-07-13 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ]
      Ahm Started off with a bang! But in the middle area i thought the flow was off a little bit but knowing you I would say it was intentional. Nice twist at the end also

    W. O. R. K.
    I wanna see you work today
    W. O. R. K.
    I wanna see you work today

    Clear the stage,
    here's my music,
    yes I'm dress,
    I'm here to work.
    This is not a hobby,
    I'm here to work.
    Take no prisoners,
    I'm here to work.

    W. O. R. K.....

    I'm here living the strive,
    But thank God I'm alive.
    Don't wanna feel left behind
    But not this time

    Thats it girl,
    sell it pan eliteskills


    | Posted on 2008-07-12 00:00:00 | by b_v_grant | [ Reply to This ]

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