The world contains many an artist,
Who knows not the technique of art;
Who knows not the tricks of the rhymer,
And yet is a poet at heart;
Who knows not the use of the chisel,
Nor the deftness of eye or of hand,
But whose spirit is filled with a longing
He never can quite understand.
There are painters who never touch canvas,
Musicians who ever are still,
Who have not the gift of expression,
Lack adequate training and skill.
There are men with the dreams of the masters
Who never are known unto fame,
Whose spirits are filled with a music
And beauty they never can name.
There are orators doomed to be silent,
And singers who never are heard;
There are actors untried and unnoted,
Who with grand passions are stirred;
There are millions who struggle, unconscious
Of wonderful gifts they possess,
Whose spirits are ravished by glimpses
Of thoughts they can never express.
There are poems unsung and unspoken,
Transcending the limits of art;
There are visions unpainted that linger
In the innermost realms of the heart;
There are writers who never have written
And sculptors who delve not in stone;
There are spirits who thrill with a message,
Yet strive on in silence alone.
Mayhap there's fruition and answer
Somewhere in the regions of bliss,
In worlds that are yet undiscovered,
For unfulfilled longings in this.
At last they may find their lost visions,
At last they may reach to the goal,
The ones who fall short of expression
And yet who are artists in soul.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Labor Day Weekend. I spent time reading poetry while thinking of two dear friends. One who was very talented and met life with success while expressing his passion for art - and one who is young and yet unaware of her gifts, but with many moments ahead to find
her creative delight inside.
With Love to you both my dear friends.
All of Tokujin Yoshioka's Installations and Designs are incredible.
The Wonderful painting above is a favorite artist:
"REDUX," Plus One Gallery, London, UK, May 2010