When artists meet
Artist.Writer. Creator.Architect.A constructor and a visionary. Mender,builder,destroyer and an average man. Walking down the street. Lights flicker like snowflakes on a winter’s day. Flicker like stars on a clear starry night,blanketing the skies. A blur,a droplet on the street,an echo of life and a loud noise of humanity. Streets filled with life,the hustle and bustle of the everyday rush. People come and go,to and fro,rushing,walking,standing,talking. Many faces of the fellow people soon become one,a blur,an everyday mundane, seen before that shall repeat once more tomorrow. Another day,another walk,same faces,new emotions. There is something new tonight. An artist. A fellow creator stands on the street. A spirit animal and a soul mate. So far yet so close. Stranger but a good friend. An artist stands behind his tool. His instrument,his friend. Lost in the moment. Rid of all thought,clear mind,focused,channelling his inner self. Fingers as if ...