Art is a woman, not only in the artistic voice, story cards, poetry, sculpture or painting. It is in every art, in everything that stubbornly imitates life - no matter what form it decides to take.
It is the material that, properly shaped, most often by male hands - transforms into a work of art, captured forever.
She is the Muse, inspiration, model. The pattern, inspiration. The definition of beauty and the personalization of artistic visions.
Art is a woman in what is visible and imagined, made, decided. In the adoptions and rejections. In the peace of closed eyes and what runs on the edge of tears. In saying Yes when necessary. Saying No when it's worth it. In permanent reflection. Also in the waiting of open arms that will embrace.