Brandy Devoid

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She who hides behind the veil looking outward…
Wondering if the world takes notice of her connection with creator and vibrant hue. She stops to remove the color. For absence of color makes one look for the intension of color.
She opened her heart and found that which is made with love should not be given to the world without responsibility. It should be earned, respected and truthful. It had to be seen through quivering lines. The real message filtered through her must be seen... not the physicality of the object itself or the strokes themselves.
"I only have wrinkled papers and inks," She said.
Is that all? No brush of vivid liquid light, like the ones in her mind. No talking guides of her dreams and no supreme gallery of the eternal sky. Just some shapes that kind of look archaic and in the pool of eternal consciousness. One small stone…one stick poking in the mud…one hand print on the cave wall. The few who quest for it will pass through the opening and know what it means.