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  • To the detail-trained eye, a picture is a world. To the imaginative eye, every line in the making of that picture is a blood vessel, a segment of life. The great pencil excretes life-giving lead, the fetus of a creation that will soon become whole and still forever on a piece of paper. A complete being, if you want to go deep.

    And it isn't just lead. All art work has a life source, different or not. But they all have one thing in common: For a work of art to truly live with energy, it must by prided and adored, fresh and loved in the hands of it's creator.

    See my logic:

    The graffiti artists steps back to admire his work, paint sprayer in one hand, a dull wall transformed into a world bursting with color. A creature here, an unearthly swirl there, all pulsing with energy; through each line and drop of paint. The street now has color, a story on the once lifeless brick surface. As long as it is prided and noticed and still rings in people's minds the word 'lovely', it will survive, not fade. It's energy will continue to flow, contained in blasting colors or shapes or realness.

    Each picture has a purpose. To help a child grow, to light up a city, to display grandness in a museum and inspire. Only in it's making is it truly alive, in action, as the pencil or chalk or paint flies across the surface, the bed on which it will rest it's whole life. And then, it is still, in a coma, for hours or years in which it will live, it's youth gone in the flash of a signature somewhere in a corner. Now a complete, beautiful adult. It's life now is to stand still and purposeful...a frozen image yet full of activity and colorful energy in a form of stillness. So confusing. Only some people are aware of this biotic energy in a drawing, but it takes a very special mind, that can detect the living pulse and story in the lines of a drawing.

    Mostly, though, people go unaware of the energy in their works of art. But they can detect the strange bonding that happens when two people make art together. That's art magic at work. To love a picture together, to make a picture together, to laugh and exchange tips is one way to create a relationship.

    Out of all the complex creatures in the world, I think the picture is the most amazing and complex. Both dead and alive. Inspiring. Unique. A picture can look like anything or anyone-a shape-shifter. Bursting with color. can live thousands of years. can be created by anyone. holds a story. never moves but is full of energy.
    There was never a creature like the drawing, art in general. Drawings were made by the very first human ancestors, and have continued to live and inspire. If you look out the window, what do you see? A picture. A truly living picture in nature, one you soak in with your eyes, so much color you can hardly chew and swallow what rushes in.

    Or, your child might show you a scribble they had made sometime that day. You might not understand it's hidden meaning, but you love it, because you can see the work they put into that drawing, all the color, such a beautiful blent of color and a mutant figure of mom, as the child translates. It is beautiful that your kid has thought of putting you there, amongst the colors of a rainbow, holding hands with a little figure that must be themselves. The picture has meaning, energy, and a purpose. Much more than a scribble.

    As the other way around, you might be standing in a vast echoing museum surrounded by the beautiful, meaningful portraits and statues from long ago. Leonardo Da Vincci. Michelangelo.
    All those grand, elegant paintings with the shades of colors and a story in each one, the statues with their powerful grand figures are all too inspiring. You drink in all the amazing detail and color and, grabbing any paper you have, start to sketch.

    Seeing that you have nothing near to looking like what you have your eyes pinned on, you might give up, crestfallen. and angry. But don't be. The "Ugly thing" you have drawn should be completed. It has it's own unique form and energy, it has thought put into it. But it will never live if you hate it. Ending up in a dump somewhere, it will fade and die. You don't want that. Seek out your drawing's beauty, point it out to others. add color, and years later you will admire the work you put into it and laugh at the hilariously strange shapes. In short, Leonardo will draw his pictures and you draw yours. No two artists are alike, and every person is an artists. The need to draw lives in everyone. The inspiration is there, and you see something beautiful and worth drawing or it just comes to mind, and the energy rushes into your hands and you draw.

    All of this is simply art magic at work.
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