"The Artist is the Brush"

Circumstance creates art.

The artist as a conduit, 
For the outlet of materializations,
Brief solifications,
Of the culmination of events, time and places,
Or a piece of that brief culmination.

The artist as a recorder,
Capturing the sound of a moment,
So in that moment they are that moment,
Embedded in the context,
So they and their works are a piece of that moment,
A tangible explosion,
A Pompeian shadow frozen on stone,
Sculpted in stone, carved in stone,
On canvas, paper, poem.

Look at that moment, the sound,
The color, the feeling.
The artist opened the gate and it came through.
Now that moment's frozen,
This moment touching that moment,
Time bending as moment touches moment,

Something clicks like the echo of wholeness
As the many, by the smallest degree, becomes a little more one.
A little less separation, touching in more places.