The Master Artisan

I work with my hands. Creating... Sculpting masterpieces.

 Living, breathing.... Works of art. Everlasting, felt from the inside out. 

When I work with my brush... The magic begins.

 Each stroke different then the last, but has the same wonderful effect. 

All my pain,

 All my passion, 

All my might

 Put into those strokes, 

Impregnating the canvas with beautiful, blissful colors, evoking emotions of incomprehensible levels. Feeling invincible, 

Knowing this collision of creative instruments 

Guided by the mad genius that shows no mercy to this smooth almost heavenly frame, 

Will produce something so divine, Da Vinci would grimace with jealousy. 

But these are not to be shared with the world. 

My Best work is done nocturnally.... 

Felt, not seen.