The Spirits of Art / The Creation of the Soul / Photo-Book
Nonfiction, Art & Architecture, Photography
| Author: | Ssaint-Jems | ISBN: | 9781370851195 |
| Publisher: | Ssaint-Jems | Publication: | March 9, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ssaint-Jems |
| ISBN: | 9781370851195 |
| Publisher: | Ssaint-Jems |
| Publication: | March 9, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The creation of the soul once held inside at the beginning---becomes liberated in the Canvas of the outer dimension of physicality---that now is practically alive in full Form, at a much freer form of physicality---at the Sculptor’s stage, although the creation of the soul is still confine to a material form. The soul's creation was first practically dormant in the hard structure of the Photographer's inner frame---where the creation of the soul lack intelligence to think---that the Painter fully does with color and shade; for how the Soul-less process of the Chaos, the creation of the soul must go through, in order to be during the deep stages of the Camera---is more machine instead of human---by what's creatively humane with the softer stroke of the soul's creative enlightenment, the Painter simply does in bringing the creation of the soul into life: the countless dilutions of the soul's creation was in complete disaster, that first backwardly goes inside the Camera---that otherwise simply comes to life, by the gentler and purer intelligence, the human easily pictures' in the creation of the soul---naturally going forward, which the Painter does toward the outside---in the creation of the soul easily coming alive; due to having no deep input of the human feeling, when the creation of the soul comes to life, at the Photographer's lowest level of creativity a machine entirely does: in the Un-creative Hell, the soul heavily goes through, that when the much purer creation of the Painters' simplicity does---in bringing the enlightenment of the soul's creation to life.
When the enlightenment of the soul's creation began to delicately bloom, by the coloring of the Painter's soulful study---a beautiful misery still continues in vivid color: due to the imprisoned creation of the soul in the physicality of the material flesh---it’s freer than, in its Out-of-Frame liberation---into the still confine drawing of the Painter's Canvas. And when the colors of the souls creation leap off the Painter's Page---to leave behind the Strong-Hold-Layers of the Brush and Paper: the creation of the soul, finds its final mark in the Materialize creation of the Sculptor's stage. The Creation of the Soul---was looking for the Highest Body, it can so far receive---at this Last point of the Soul's Creation---incase onto the material form.
The Photographers' spark was dumb, where then color, was visually thinking through the Painter's mural, that then become physically base---with the creation of the soul, from the highest point where it's now outside in its come-to-Life Liberation: the Soul's Creation now---molded, etched and hammered---into the three-Dimensional-thinking and feeling of aesthetic reality. The Sculptor's real-Life creation is ready to be carried Up---to further the mission of the soul's creation through Art---reaching its Original Space. This is the place the creation of the soul---where in Art, must receive its highest Honors, for how the creation of the soul is truly alive in its Un-confine Freedom---by material form only. The Sculptor's Sculpture is molded and hammered by a Humanitarian cause---that has so far ensured the creation of the soul the right-to-Live---where the creation of the soul, at this highest Point---comes Alive. What the Painter done with the Soft stroke and Shade in the enlightenment of the creation of the soul---coming to life on Canvas; is now purely done without the miss-intelligence of the Painter's Brush and Paper---that the gentleness of the Sculptor's Hand in bringing the creation of the soul into aesthetic life. The Sculptor's purely simplified expression---where the creative force of the soul is express---goes directly from hand-to-Clay in the Sculptor's world, where the creation of the soul remains close to its Un-interrupted root, which the Painter's Brush and Paper interrupts---when the creation of the soul is being transferred into creation.
The creation of the soul once held inside at the beginning---becomes liberated in the Canvas of the outer dimension of physicality---that now is practically alive in full Form, at a much freer form of physicality---at the Sculptor’s stage, although the creation of the soul is still confine to a material form. The soul's creation was first practically dormant in the hard structure of the Photographer's inner frame---where the creation of the soul lack intelligence to think---that the Painter fully does with color and shade; for how the Soul-less process of the Chaos, the creation of the soul must go through, in order to be during the deep stages of the Camera---is more machine instead of human---by what's creatively humane with the softer stroke of the soul's creative enlightenment, the Painter simply does in bringing the creation of the soul into life: the countless dilutions of the soul's creation was in complete disaster, that first backwardly goes inside the Camera---that otherwise simply comes to life, by the gentler and purer intelligence, the human easily pictures' in the creation of the soul---naturally going forward, which the Painter does toward the outside---in the creation of the soul easily coming alive; due to having no deep input of the human feeling, when the creation of the soul comes to life, at the Photographer's lowest level of creativity a machine entirely does: in the Un-creative Hell, the soul heavily goes through, that when the much purer creation of the Painters' simplicity does---in bringing the enlightenment of the soul's creation to life.
When the enlightenment of the soul's creation began to delicately bloom, by the coloring of the Painter's soulful study---a beautiful misery still continues in vivid color: due to the imprisoned creation of the soul in the physicality of the material flesh---it’s freer than, in its Out-of-Frame liberation---into the still confine drawing of the Painter's Canvas. And when the colors of the souls creation leap off the Painter's Page---to leave behind the Strong-Hold-Layers of the Brush and Paper: the creation of the soul, finds its final mark in the Materialize creation of the Sculptor's stage. The Creation of the Soul---was looking for the Highest Body, it can so far receive---at this Last point of the Soul's Creation---incase onto the material form.
The Photographers' spark was dumb, where then color, was visually thinking through the Painter's mural, that then become physically base---with the creation of the soul, from the highest point where it's now outside in its come-to-Life Liberation: the Soul's Creation now---molded, etched and hammered---into the three-Dimensional-thinking and feeling of aesthetic reality. The Sculptor's real-Life creation is ready to be carried Up---to further the mission of the soul's creation through Art---reaching its Original Space. This is the place the creation of the soul---where in Art, must receive its highest Honors, for how the creation of the soul is truly alive in its Un-confine Freedom---by material form only. The Sculptor's Sculpture is molded and hammered by a Humanitarian cause---that has so far ensured the creation of the soul the right-to-Live---where the creation of the soul, at this highest Point---comes Alive. What the Painter done with the Soft stroke and Shade in the enlightenment of the creation of the soul---coming to life on Canvas; is now purely done without the miss-intelligence of the Painter's Brush and Paper---that the gentleness of the Sculptor's Hand in bringing the creation of the soul into aesthetic life. The Sculptor's purely simplified expression---where the creative force of the soul is express---goes directly from hand-to-Clay in the Sculptor's world, where the creation of the soul remains close to its Un-interrupted root, which the Painter's Brush and Paper interrupts---when the creation of the soul is being transferred into creation.
