I look at a painting, a sculpture, or a written work of art
and wonder, where is the artist in this work?
Is it the exacting line and use of form in all its perfection?
Or is it something more subtle than a signature, or a point of view
that separates this artist from all the others who paint a scene,
sculpt a form, or write a few lines to describe a mood?
Where is the artist and what separates this one from a skilled
technician who creates facades but lacks substance
and will be forgotten before they’re remembered
or maybe discovered and revered after their death?
What a cruel joke on every artist, who thinks she is not
understood in her own time but will be discovered and appreciated
after she is gone so in that pursuit she becomes prolific.
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