Life through the eye of an artist is very different,
magical,
full of life and vivid colours not there,
of imagery and brilliance.
Or darkness.
Shadows and malignant paths,
silence.
Loss.
But all is in the eye of it's beholder.
Each outlook is different.
Night that brings a tranquil beauty to some,
bring loneliness to others.
Concepts close to home
become very foreign.
Simple strokes
become very complex twists and turns.
And every eye,
every mind,
each unique imagination,
all people see art differently.
Emotion reigns high.
Or falls to an all time low, non existant.
Art,
poetry,
novels and short stories,
paintings,
sculptures,
cooking,
gardening.
All artistic forms,
all different imagery.
Unique to each sense.