When I close my eyes and sleep I can see sites that I can never see when I am awake. An evening not too long ago I found myself witnessing the rise of a huge brightly colored globe from a planet cold and desolate. I was the only fortunate soul to witness this spectacular rising orb. It's opulence, it's wonder, it's brilliance stunned me with a beauty that leaves me silent and muted. My only recourse for me to relate this experience was to grab my brushes, oils and canvas and hopefully recount what I saw. Can my paints truly do justice to the majestic and glorious scene that unfolded in front of me during that evening's repose? I am not sure. I am just an artist whose skills are limited. Limited by the confines of reality. So you be the judge and jury and tell me the verdict you have reached. Did I accomplish what I set out to do? I will sit patiently in the dock, a prisoner of the tangible, and await your judgment. visionary imagist "Joey"
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