lutanist’s vision

For I too am a performer, and all who make up our kind live to communicate feeling and emotion, exist to say something with the tools with which Providence has graced us; and I myself have been known upon occasion, even in the middle of the deep intensity of a Dowland fantasia, to free my right hand momentarily from the strings and clench a fist as a sustained chord, ringing, shouts the profundity of the lutanist’s vision across the coffee shop.

G.A. Kathryns, Snow City

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good taste

Hoods and punks. Molls and trollops. Whoops and whistles greet each of the live band’s new forays into the realm of heavy metal and power pop, and the musicians themselves are obviously thoroughly enjoying themselves as they push (and not infrequently exceed) the limits of good taste with their gyrations and deliberate double entendres.

G.A. Kathryns, Snow City

alluring beauty

Rich feathers of peacocks laced in gold trim adorned females, exposing their soft white breasts in a caressing and dignified manner.  The females were nothing but grace and alluring beauty.

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

a good poem

“If one tries to draw the hair it will fail all expectations. But like a good poem, if one hints at the form, the mind fills in the rest. Thus, making hair, breast, hand or a nice well-rounded ass.”

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants

next stroke

“The work will naturally tell you where to put your next stroke. Listen to your canvas and she will tell you. If you just throw in a line for the sake of things, you will spoil the form and lose coherence altogether.”

Michael Meusch, Walking Among Giants