Art and Love

So many moments like this, in this and any story I’ve written, are echoes of actual individual, usually unexpected, experiences that not only imprinted themselves on me, like here..but simultaneously….

I’ve no real idea if this is common, a little common, or just plain uncommon, lol, to other artists.

Already, at the beginning of the story, I shift from the contemplative metaphysical musings in my prev post to a suggestion of how the artist blends the language and methods of art with his love for this one woman 😊