Peace

Although peace in the world is not specifically what I had intended to write today however as soon as my mind set upon something that i claim to need, when in fact compared to others, not even necessarily far even from my own front door, without even venturing into lands of famine and deprivation, peace, by comparrison, I already have and little more than a prayer can be done befoe I selfishly go back to my own thoughts.

Peace....... what a conceptt, fo me it is that place where one goes and the entirety of the world dissapears, a place where their is no famine, war or strife, that moment when you know that to publish, edit and print a world wide newspaper all you could fill it with was a hundred million pages of blank paper, the place where I have to be to create.

i can understand why, when you walk past some residences, the television is blaring through the windows, music thunders from bedroom windows, when you walk past these places you know what the person is going through simply by the genre; for some, you know that someone somewhere is hiding in a dark place, music drowning out the cacophany of worries and extrinsic thoughts that are set on one thing alone, the destruction of that individual, the noise, defence.

While slipping slightly from the drift of my thoughts, peace, that place where the rest of the world ceases to exist, where your own throughts and worries are no more malignant than the stroke of paint that you put on the canvas, that is the feelin that I seek, when the brush or pallet stroke seems not to be of your own control, that is the place where art is made.

With the exception of a few, there have been many works where my thoughts have drifted in and out of my being and onto and off from my works, where concious choices have been made as to colour, texture, shape and have only destroyed the true beauty of gods creative spirit that existed before being destroyed by a conciousness brought back from the beautiful place where I have been for those fleeting instances in that place where true art comes from, to progress as an artist is to increae the time that I am able to remain in that 'safe place', that is my training for the near future.

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