Here I stand at the door of your heart- your home… for you see I understand that your heart is where you really live… will you allow me in and let me decorate it with love? allow me to throw open the windows of your heart and let the rooms be filled with fragrance of joy… Allow me to place a menagerie of your dreams come true upon the fragile glass shelves of your emotions I promise to dust them with tenderness and protect them from being broken… Will you allow me to hang visions of eternity carefully framed in fulfillment on your walls? high… where they can be easily admired? You see… if I had my way I would furnish the rooms with warm embraces, gentle reassurances and understanding sturdily built to endure the test of time and wear… And the floors… the floors would be covered with trust… the walls would be a beautiful hue of patience and the light of hope would illuminate every dark corner and cast prisms of unselfishness upon the mirrors that would reflect our commitment to decorate each other with love… Well, here I stand… will you let me in?
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Posted on Wednesday November 30th
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A following of African American Art from Upstate New York to Central New York. Art by definition - "The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power."
