Jan 15
3 min read
Judged
A Poem about the pain of being an artist and the beauty of art that rises above it all.
This poem is produced from shame and pain that others may gain suit. As in the past people judged artists with such a myopic view that they missed the beauty of the art itself. They missed the beauty of the human form. It doesn’t matter if the object is an angel, heavenly, or an escort, to me it is life at…
