the artist

I am the artist, I create where there is never been, my inspiration  is my life
visual thought  or pleasure   look upon my work I think, I feel, beyond the realm  that's real, a painting a sculpture a song of the night the artist within
the passion of right,practice practice until it is done, because I alone am the only one, who is my own worst critic not part of the fun.

some days there is no art within  I project my thoughts,  and try to begin
I sit and stare  into space  take walk and try to gain some fuel
to again use my tool, a creation  is at near as the tip of my hand,  I will make
a form  for people to gaze, A critical rundown on the artwork made.

but all disappointments, creations, practice and love  from critics to people who don"t know what your of,
when the piece is finished  A step back to see  the ending result of what my work is meant to be.
Ive created something that was not there, from my thoughts to a finished
ware,my heart is happy,its mine alone,  to share, to give to get a smile or two
look i"ve made this for you.