Her hand danced across the canvass. I sat a few feet behind, mesmerized; entranced in the moment of birth.
I wanted to stay forever. I felt a peace - however temporal. I dare ask her of her creation.
"I don't know. I only know what intent."
I was told art is surrender. Our job is letting the message through. Artists are the only true priests. I felt lost, alone.
Then she spoke without stopping or looking, as if she could read my mind:
"Every life revolves around their belief they can have love."
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