Kiss Your Inner Artist

Grrrr...the Kougar's tail tip smacks the floor as she lounges on her side. Grrrrr...her inner artist must be tamed. Tamed or ignored.
Ever ignore your inner artist? The insistent re-playing music of your muse?
The Kougaress has loads more empathy for those of us on the same artist's prairie, and for the incomparable and once ignored Vincent Van Gogh, a Sun Aries like grrring-moi, I believe. She quite understands the loss of his ear. Not that she is planning on losing an ear to her tortured artist's soul. No, the Kougar is much too vain, and adores her ears.
The artist's soul, lost and mostly buried beneath the piles of fertilizer, yes, mostly brutalized into extinction in this PC society (in the Kougaress's humble opinion) -- done by design, accomplished not by design of the ignorant, but by those who know the power of creativity, the real power of the artist's soul, the power that changes the world for the sacred better -- through the brilliant slice of words, of truth penned, through every type of artistic endeavor ever dreamed and done which Reveals and Illumines. Which touches us all at our most exquisite depths. Our untamed depths...the longing for truth and freedom. The desire to run free as we were born.
Evidence: PBS's Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations. Yard art from the heart. Art for the sake of creating art. And merely for the sake of the soul.
Yet, the Kougar takes much inner comfort, because every day she witnesses the rise of the Artist's Soul, especially observed in her fellow writers. Yes, the artist is excruciatingly and enchantingly alive, like the lonely weed forcing it's life, it's beauty through cement and asphalt, like the fields of wildflowers demanding their color-lovely blooms live beneath the sun's warmth and light -- all by the grand divine design.
The grand design of the artist.

Kiss your inner artist...