RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
There are no keys to imagination, it lies within, waiting to be
explored, met and shown through creative genius and art.
It stands waiting for incredible voyeurs to gather notes, words,
pictures, paintings for an eternal gallery to posterity of what we
hold within our minds.
Listening to inner voices, hearing what most never hear because they don't listen to their souls or interior lives.
Disquieting stress cannot penetrate this solitary field, full of
Contemplative works of art being created daily, outlasting each of us
as we travel into death.
Yes, there are no keys to imagination, we are forever indebted to
ourselves, as we listen to our mind's inner whisperings being foretold
to all the world.
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