If not for the sake of the journey
There is little to be found in the exercise
Of expanding the mind artistically
What would be most difficult
Becomes a perceived mountain to climb
And when it becomes apparent
That perfection is a lie
We search for the next mountain to climb
What will we find next?
Are muses real? They haunt, taunt and flaunt. Revealing my weaknesses like a storefront mannequin.
I don’t believe anything I just wrote. Do I?
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Exactly. Thanks for this 😉
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Thank you Alessandra. I struggle to understand how the selfishness of producing art reconciles itself publicly. The voice without words is a difficult language in the head, and more difficult to translate to others.
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We’re always our worst critic, well at least us non-egomaniacs.
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YEs, so true
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“And when it becomes apparent
That perfection is a lie
We search for the next mountain to climb”……….I could feel these words in my soul. Thank you!
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thank you Wendi!
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