A blank page, like a blank canvas,
Is waiting to be filled
By words that tumble out,
Or are sought painstakingly,
Grabbed at by your mind,
Or elusively out of reach.
When, finally, with pen in hand, poised above the paper,
A phrase is written that has the strength to represent an idea.
Likewise in painting
The colors of the palette,
Spontaneously or by much remixing,
With the aid of brush or knife
or some other implement of choice,
And an artist\'s keen eye,
Depict a world conceived in the artist\'s mind.