Someone once told me that the truest form of art is life. I think he meant bearing life, in that case. The best work of art one produces is children. How can an artist relate experience without experience?
Music and mountains combine into an ultimate moment. Art is Mother Nature; her rocks, hills, shrubs, trees and all the space in between. Art is haunting melody, the composer wondering about life as I am. Art is freedom, the ability to enjoy the wide open road without limit or censure.
Music and mountains combine into an ultimate moment. Art is Mother Nature; her rocks, hills, shrubs, trees and all the space in between. Art is haunting melody, the composer wondering about life as I am. Art is freedom, the ability to enjoy the wide open road without limit or censure.
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