I Am For An Art...

I am for an art that comes from within the deep, dark abyss of your soul and emerges as a phoenix from the ashes when it's wings show it marvelous color.

I am for an art that swings like a rope tied to a tree over one of the 10,000 lakes of Minnesota.

I am for an art who's eyes pierce the heart like a poison dart causing you to fall into a coma and dream for decades.

I am for an art that wears a mask from an uncharted land beyond the reaches of man.

I am for an art that moves at 24 frames per second.

I am for an art that lasts for hundreds of years but starts in the palm of a hand.

I am for an art who wakes up by my side with the sweetness of the sunrise kissing her cheeks.

I am for an art that lands softly on your shoulder and whispers sweet things in your ear.

I am for an art of solitude, alone and original, without the impression of society's deformed hand.

I am for an art that you aren't for.

I am for an art that turns it's color with the changing seasons.

I am for an art who welcomes you like a dog with his wagging tail in the doorway.

I am for an art who drinks soda pop and consumes burgers and rarely eats at home.

I am for an art who gardens with a tender smile and tough hands. Where a calendar holds no power and the only friend is the heavy air you breathe.

I am for an art that escapes judgment like the way trees creates leaves in the springtime or beavers construct dams in spite of federal regulations.

I am for an art who's masters look upon you and smile in memory of their younger years rather than sneer at the younger generation.

I am for an art who smiles in the face of the sorry folks who refuse to accept it, then holds it's tongue, and comes back, with great passion.

I am for an art that sticks it's middle finger up, strongly in the air, skewering the people who defy it in their sorry behinds.

I am for an art that sits in the stomach like a full meal but more like a passion that no one can remove, that no one can scathe, and that no one can poke at.

I am for an art that teachers refuse to teach.

I am for an art that knows no bounds and freely tramples the buildings of the past and blazes it's own trail.

I am for an art where plans boil down into a moment of time, captured on celluloid.

I am for an art who finds peace in the hollow, emotional darkness of death.

I am for an art that supports Mother Earth but defies Father Time.

I am for an art that doesn't understand the difference between good or bad, and right and wrong.