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Description
Turn the knob
Hear the door gently creak.
The doorway to imagination
the doorway to inspiration
the doorway to dreams
the doorway to nightmares.

Glide across the studio
toward the corner
toward the glass
toward the canvas...
toward everything and nothing
at the same time.

Take the brush
(type the words)
Choose the color
(or emotions???)
Concentrate....
(open your eyes to your heart)
Frenzied painting
(type faster, faster!
before it leaves again!

Exhaustion
Sit in the chair
(smell the new/old dust)
observe the work
(read the words)
feel the brush fall to the floor
(take your hand off the keys)
Hits the floor with a sound oddly
like thunder. Disturbing the silent
sanctuary of this place.
(File...Save....Close...)

Select the perfect frame
(Which category to submit?)
That one...in the corner.
Oak inset...hand crafted..velvet mat.
Yes.....perfect
(Hmm....Emotional I think)
Hang it on the wall for all to see.
But where?
(Title...File...Description...
Hesitation...is it good enough?
Will it get laughed at?
Will it destroy what little
respect I have here?)
So many choices...

By the door...
(Close the eyes)
Hear the canvas gently scrape the nail
(gently glide the mouse...
Submit...)
Click.
Rise from the chair
(put the keyboard away)
Walk across the studio
(always present yet never there)
One last look at past accomplishments
One last scent of sweat and tears
One last stroke of the keyboard
before closing the door
to the Studio of The Mind
until next time...

Description
Turn the knob
Hear the door gently creak.
The doorway to imagination
the doorway to inspiration
the doorway to dreams
the doorway to nightmares.

Glide across the studio
toward the corner
toward the glass
toward the canvas...
toward everything and nothing
at the same time.

Take the brush
(type the words)
Choose the color
(or emotions???)
Concentrate....
(open your eyes to your heart)
Frenzied painting
(type faster, faster!
before it leaves again!

Exhaustion
Sit in the chair
(smell the new/old dust)
observe the work
(read the words)
feel the brush fall to the floor
(take your hand off the keys)
Hits the floor with a sound oddly
like thunder. Disturbing the silent
sanctuary of this place.
(File...Save....Close...)

Select the perfect frame
(Which category to submit?)
That one...in the corner.
Oak inset...hand crafted..velvet mat.
Yes.....perfect
(Hmm....Emotional I think)
Hang it on the wall for all to see.
But where?
(Title...File...Description...
Hesitation...is it good enough?
Will it get laughed at?
Will it destroy what little
respect I have here?)
So many choices...

By the door...
(Close the eyes)
Hear the canvas gently scrape the nail
(gently glide the mouse...
Submit...)
Click.
Rise from the chair
(put the keyboard away)
Walk across the studio
(always present yet never there)
One last look at past accomplishments
One last scent of sweat and tears
One last stroke of the keyboard
before closing the door
to the Studio of The Mind
until next time...