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He always
Says a few short mantras
In the form of a quiet prayer to himself
As he carefully selects and lays out
His choice of brushes and colours
He would be using for that particular day
He would say
There's a certain creative doorway
You must mentally pass through
Before you can ever even have a hope
In making love to the canvas
You see
It was his belief
That each new canvas
Should be treated like a beautiful woman
You were being intimate with
For the first time
The same care
With which she would be touched
Is the same care
With which you should use the brush
From beginning to end
From the very first time you approached
Until the moment you departed
He said
Each and every stroke
Should be exact
Precise
And accounted for by the artist
Nothing should be accidental
Or without reason
The artist must understand
And be in tune with
The principles governing the higher self
Allowing him to account for all he produces
Both in the conscious mind
And in the sub-conscious
He often spoke of karmic law
Applying it in the idea that the canvas
Could only be a reflection
Of what the painter had initially put into it
Hence
He never failed to stress the importance
Of preparation
And forming the right energy
Within the space
In which you were going to work
For this reason
He had designed his easel
So that it could safely hold a candle
Burning at both sides
He said
For him
The presence of them
Added something to his environment
And his creative spirit
He said