Art is as much about the swags as the outcome; as much about the shadows and in-betweens as the sunlight and complete scenes.
Conclusions, final forms, and what is offered for the world to see are only points in time. Unchanging creatures collected for display.
To the artist, the process and the journey—and their bitter sweet frustrations and fruits—have as much meaning and being as the art itself.
They are, after all, the blood, sweat, and tears that come and go in the guarded private moments of creation.
When the dust settles, the paint dries, and the last draft revised, all that remains are the winks and nods, and heartbeats and whispers, of the artist.
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