The artists heart

The artists heart

Something that resides within an artists heart has always fascinated me. When I was young I ached with a longing to be able to sing as to me it was an expression even at the age of five years old of something that tapped into pure love. The feeling that must come from putting heart and soul into song has been both of source of joy, love and hope for me my whole life. Sadly I sound like shrill animal being severely injured although some gracious friend have said otherwise I know in my heart that my art lay not in my lack of vocal abilities but with in pen, paper and poetry and thus began my journey in writing. I simply cannot imagine a mean soul residing within anyone who does anything in the name of art. Art when it is done with passion, truth, sincerity and devotion can only yield in my mind magic. Now I know that art is an individual taste of the viewer or in the case of music the listener but everyone has an opportunity even if it is not their passion to have been touched by some form of art, or so I would like to believe. Music for me is my deepest love. I cannot even count the beautiful singers I have loved. My affinity though has been for the most amazing men and the creativity of song that somehow each song each man has sung has stolen a corner of my heart over and over again. It is a combination of when I have been fortunate enough to sit in a concert hall front row and gaze into the eyes of a beautiful artist while falling in love with each singer for a few hours and many CD's later and some I have never met and just loved. It is like the caress of a lover falling over my senses and has become a constant source of love in my own writing. I owe a great many people a thank you for where I draw inspiration from in my writing. I especially am blessed for all of the emotion evoked in my heart from each of these angelic hearted musicians.