A Brief Sojourn

The vibration of a string, the flick of a brush, and the ink scrawled across the page; this is how I express myself.  Each moment, every movement, is transient, as life itself must be.  The paint dries and stays on the canvas, the ink fades gently as the page turns to a crisp yellow in the sun, the music hangs in the air for a brief second and then disappears.  Three different modes of self release, each with their own finite life, are released into the world to be judged alone.


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