The artist deals in absolutes,
art is thus, the most demanding of disciplines.
It demands the life force and feeds on the soul.
An artist is lonely.
The soul consumed,
the love, to work.         [There is no soul left to love anything but work]
The artist then, idealizes.
Picking a person to host an impossible love,
and it is because of love
that the Artist can’t pursue their love.
Love is not selfish,
the artist’s love fears pain.
Love is but a driving force
to propel the work out of prison.
Idealizing works.
By turning the loved one into a deity,
the artist ceases to pursue,
as there is no sense in chasing a godess’ love.
My godess gets me working and moves my life.
The mystery lies in the idealization;
in turning people into deities.
My mystery lies in A line.