The two fluorescent lights above my head,
Illuminating the center point,
The easel and canvas given equal light
The clutter of paints
Stacked in plastic transparent drawers
Stacks of paper,
Subliminal image sources
And the spine of books
Neatly lined up above me
Providing the same
And the music
A constant companion
Like oxygen for my soul...
Where the light hits your soul,
When the opportunity presents itself
Shine!
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