• Art is breathe to those who see it, none shall understand it's worth.
    The artist gives forth its conception and its birth.
    Immaculate conception in a fertile mind, born of ones imagination.
    Lines that connect to unknown dreams, circles of hesitation.
    Wisdom of the stroke, balance in way, nothing but lines can get the way.
    Center stage, the show begins, everything stops breathing.
    We once again breathe silently in anticipation.
    The art is shown, we all gasp, art is breathe to those of us who need it.