This is my current concept of an Artist, but just as the tide ebbs in and out and the sun rises and sets, this is a fluid definition, it too will change as I will, so for now I see the Artist as....A wanderer without ears to hear criticism... someone with only their own vision, a blindness and a seeing of sorts, to see what is not there,both the blindness and the sight at the same time, a heart that stays true to its course, but is still traversing a twisting spiraling path of growth and fear... it is the artist who continues and pushes and never relents. Pausing sometimes yes, but continuing none the less. The artist wields the brush of love and emotion full of color and blackness and light, the artist is within and without. The artist doubts, and then floats and creates again. So many layers to the artist, like the painting or the drawing or the scribble or the crumpled paper. The artist falls and flies and finds victory in their journey(perhaps many fails (falls) and finding wings a feather at a time, the seeker of the mystery and the bravest of all souls to bear their own and to expose their inside to the world. To be afraid but to gather strength and to find the truth no matter what it looks like. The artist is the seed, buried deep in the dark rich soil that is damp, and when the seed seeks and splits the artist emerges to create the garden, roots deep and tender shoots springing forward, vuanerable yes, but determined, and when the petals open all will see the artist and the artist will bloom without limits. That is my clearest perception of an artist now.