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“It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way not his.” - Mark Rothko To have the guts like Sinatra’s to declare through regrets, tears and despair “I got through it all and did it my way” Oh, to trust the power in me and stay always authentic and true to my point of view no matter how out of sync or what proper poets think The Rothko chapel with its paintings of black took me completely aback they seemed non-paintings to me but I sat in the changing light and could see the artistry in that quiet urban place I could feel his gentle grace he forced me to see his world in his hues and strokes and curls A Rothko or Sinatra I am not but if in my lines are caught the sweet or dark breath of my muse if I speak in my voice with its hues maybe a whiff of spirit there will cast a piece of my soul and snare someone’s musing causing them to write and fling out their world in their light.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
The World My Way