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Date Posted: 21:13:15 04/11/01 Wed
Author: bluegem
Subject: living art...

It was without eden's appeal,she stripped her clothes--unzipped, and slipped. Splotch-hardened, color spackled shirt and jeans,tossed with paint-soiled socks that coiled at the foot of her bed. She slides between fresh covers to fitfully sleep, amidst kaleidoscopes of exploding colors instead of sweet dreams. Intense in the nakedness of her thoughts--dancing about unhindered and unexploited. Her mind craving the creation of art--deep seeded need--until dawn creeped into her eyes at last and found her hazy in first awakening. She steps into her rose petaled bath as the warmth seeps into her--mind as well as body, pungent as new green tea steeping in a chinese cup. Her body becomes one with the chimes of the hall clock--unfolding her, into the realities of day--soft shimmer, early of morning, as sunlight and dust particles play in the air. She is content and beholden to be in a creative mood, as she enters the room where thick paint and newly stretched canvas beckon her touch; melding her with the scent and feel of the leather topped stool where she perches. A self portrait in her head, as she adjusts the easel--arranging paints, and brushes. The remnants of water-scattered rivulets from untoweled skin and long velvet brown hair, drip from tip to hip,and cascade each swerve down all sides of her sunlit body. She watches the shadows create with light--her eyes caught in the beauty of curves, with a face intent in that passionate pursuit of self examination. She notices the flaws and misunderstandings of her skin and hair--begins to paint--with one eye to the full length mirror. An inner perspective made to audience perfection, of her truest self, conjured by brush and stroke. The squeak of her stool underneath her, as her position shifts to catch, that last ray of light from the morning windows, to cause a stir and scramble of noise in the room. Her students hurry to finish their drawings before the sitting comes to an end. Her classes are always full.

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