The Unknown: ProloguePrologue: And so
It didnt occur to me at the time, as I ran through that forest that I was never escaping the monster I thought I left behind. The truth seemed to squeeze the life out of me as I continued to run desperately from it.I choked from the lack of breath I couldnt inhale and panted in large gasps for oxygen. It was hot and the presence of the blazing sun seemed to loom directly over me. I perspired from its overwhelming power and da**ed the heat in its pursuit to stop me. But it didnt, instead, I took a short stop in the middle of the forest. It was surrounded by trees, oak trees to be more accurate. It looked like a small sanctuary when I first noticed the area spotting the occasional gray squirrel and crows when I first arrived. Of course, like all things of nature, they scurried away before I got to close. I looked at my surroundings noticing spots of bare ground and carvings into the nearby trees. I walked up closer to get a bett
The Artist's secretThe Artists SecretArt
Is not simply a bunch of connected lines,Placed onto a flat surfaceAnd then labeled as art
It is not initiative to convey a moment in time,Or even to impress another
It is the complexity,The time,SpaceFeelingmovementSatisfactory and
Imagery,Of ours minds stretched across infinite space and,The unexplainable road,That leads to the image exposed before us
It is the moment we lay our pencils on paper,That take a sacred movement known only to instinct itself,That puts us,Into a moment of control and,Precision.