We’re Courting Beauty That Ain’t Pretty
So, What is Beauty?
What we find beautiful, as we walk through the woods,
Is the twisted pine, the tortured cypress,
The delicate violet pressing its way through granite
So, What is Beauty?
What we find beautiful, as we walk through the woods,
Is the twisted pine, the tortured cypress,
The delicate violet pressing its way through granite
Martin, a badass Navy Seal, spoke like a pirate guarding his treasure and rum. Martin, a fortified encasement that housed a warm and delicate heart. A heart so finely tuned that butterflies waited in line to feel its pulse as they lit on his fingertips.
Yes, we’re engaged in building two huge sculptures of a Dragon and a Phoenix. And so we wind up asking each other an obvious question: what is art? Is it therapy we asked? No, we’re not therapists. We don’t want to engage in therapy.