Art II

There are those who can translate.

Though hailed as creators, they are merely finders. Menders. Guides. From the jumbled cacophony of perfection, each plucks but a thread at a time to weave into a tapestry of light. Each selects his own tools. Each her own voice. Each pulls a new thread.

Light becomes melody.

Weaving becomes story.

Voice becomes image.


Beauty is made again presentable.