My quest is the transfer of a thought or expression to the canvas. Getting that clear image in your head to express itself as clearly on some type of medium. The thought will be instant and any later will be gone. Just like this poem was. Here goes. Expressions Of The Mind (art) The artist runs his callus hand across the new canvas Studying it while keeping the image clear in his head Smug look on his face as not to hurry While remembering what his old friend said About your creations won't sell Until you are dead. With his finest horse hair he mixes his colors While trying not to rush The consistency must blend perfectly onto his brush He sweeps an outline in two swift strokes With curvey lines and another swoop. Mixing together his blue, green, and red He still has the image fresh in his head. The children peered over the nook As if there was some sort of danger The artist kept painting For they were no stranger. Changing his brushes and mixing more color He adds some detail and sees it's coming together The deep cast iron tub that imprisons her tired body in water It tell of the long day she had as the children moved closer A final stroke as he signs this masterpiece Puts down his palette finally feeling at peace The children step nearer and rejoiced from the heart They didn't see nudity, what they saw was art