Artisans

Artisans, how lonely their lot, the zen of the artist's vision plot. A super image gathering all the master craftsmen to ponder their skill's calculus to abut the original inspired. In our dreaming world, our search for a portal, through the comfort that tedium and trial, sympathetically applied apply, that we should arrive at truth in dimensions and topographically touchable agreement, if not recognition, finally in grasp once crude acknowledgement tempered by a new paradigm, a progression of chord changes, bending a line and saying goodbye, finding the lens of your eyes pulled muscularly to fit, or at least approximate replicate what is less object than memory adorned with lines, texture, hue and Purpose. The Artisan chooses a hard stone.