And there she is

Both artist and the art

A smooth glass vase with enticing curves and fetching shades of translucent color

The soft, peaceful light passes through her and shifts,
Twisting in flight like an embolden World War ace
Until, at last, it fills the world with something new and exciting

She engulfs that once empty space with change
With her, deserts spring forth with wild twisted blossoms, garbage dumps grow into folk art collages of rusted metal

She demands THIS NOW to be better, different, unique and made new in her image

And if that fragile vase should tumble to the ground and shatter into a thousand pieces…

You will see the sharp edge that was laying under those silken, glassy lines
And the light, the change, the strange that she embraced
It will still shine from the shards, perhaps better than before

For she is both art and the artist

And there she is

Forever