Passions.
I have met several Artists, we all share a common trait, we love to create in any possible medium, not just the primary or what is considered to be our strong point. It could take hours and pages to profile a true artist. So without spending too much time psychoanalyzing things.
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
I dedicate this to all of my Fellow Artists
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