I am

The brush lightly moves across the puddle, the wire bristles picking up the sticky red liquid as it lightly caresses it in a languid sigh across the easel. Lifting, the brush is careful stroked down the side of her cheek as the red paint is left behind in such a way as to create the illusion of a blush. Complex and complete, the brush can now move down to swirl into the water, cleansing its palette as it were. It is then moved to the dry cloth as the water is removed in glistening droplets from the edges of its hairs.

I am

Shifting back and forth with the wind, dazzling and illuminating the room as the shadows flit across the walls. The objects between the candle and the wall becoming stranger and stranger as the breeze shifts slightly, forcing imagery from the minds eye to play across the blank screens that are merely wooden. Wooden whitened painted walls that now are the playground of mad artists, enacting great dramas that will go unrecorded but are nonetheless beautiful and stunning in their singularity.

I am

Flitting across the keyboard sitting in front of me, my fingers make the words appear on the screen that please me so much. Moving in a gentle pattern that I can keep moving simply by thinking the words into my hands. They slide and move, clicking noises that cease only when i cease, only when the description ceases so I continue to describe. Perpetual motion of the fingers would be the ultimate challenge, moving faster than my mind can even dream up the words..but I..I..I..I..I..

I am

Daydreaming as my pencil scribes small swirls and sharp corners into the page margins of the page that I attempt to take notes in. At the front of the room the professor sings his song of the subject and the pencil I profess to be taking notes with sings its song as well, but in the margins, in those places where the notes cease to have any merit. My pictures have little or no bearing on the real world but they flit and they flow and they fill the heart with pleasure even as they are irrelevant to anything beautiful.