Exploration in Revelatory Arts
Painting a canvas till it disappears and reveals the painter;
Tuning sounds and rhythms with silence,
So music can breathe, incarnated;
Morphing its visible and tactile energy,
The sculptor bends matter to will a new form
Defying its primal essence;
Exposed to the elements,
The writer’s soul pays dearly
With every pen stroke,
The gift of naming beyond words;
Pulsating from grace and gravity,
Rest and movement reveal
The still point of dance…



