Subtle Vampire

The

Subtle nature of art

Comes in color shape and light

Yet a painting is nothing without

Display and those who stroll the streets

In search for a new vision and taste of life

We are the immortal vampires of all creation

We inhale the vapors of drying oil and acrylic

We breath them into the world of friends

We obsess over and sometimes buy

The nature of art is subtle

The creative blood of

Artists is in my eyes

And my mind yet

Resides in their

Loving hands

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Diane Widler Wenzel on April 15, 2010 at 3:29 pm said:

I never thought of myself and other artists as a vampires before. I am taken by surprise. I don’t mind the comparison at all. The blood of art keeps me alive.

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kseverny on April 15, 2010 at 3:49 pm said:

this is a really interesting poem.
i like it and i like the shape you assumed.

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Renee Manford on April 19, 2010 at 10:30 am said:

Wonderful. Being an artist and lover of art I relate to this poetic repose. I guess art, paintings, prints, and sculpture is in my veins and drives me also. Great flower photo.

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