Drawing The Line
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O, I must say, my friend, and thou believe –
There are no themes of thought outside this man.
He is all art that I could e’er conceive ;
I cannot see beyond, although you can.
I envy thee thy gift – to disregard
His beauty ‘nough to see some other things –
But Art and Life without him are too hard :
I cannot ground my gift, now it’s had wings ;
And only he can so lighten my Muse
That it can soar and give my work a heart.
Though you may say my talents I abuse,
There is nought else to me ; he is all art.
Suggest not, friend, that I turn to themes new,
For I will shake my head, and turn from you.
She Who Created The Works
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Please take the liberty of signing my delightful guestbook. You may flatter me, and for it I'll love and hate you. If you unfeelingly critisise me, I shall simply hate you.
Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002. Please do not copy my pictures or use them for something I would not. They are the loves of my life; the children of my brain; the products of the greatest thing I've ever learned; representations of the most beautiful singular being on this earth. If you are a friend to art, to me, to the gifts those represented have brought to the world, use them well, or not at all but for your eyes' pleasure.
