Aphrodite Colossus

In a dream of days gone by, on some far and distant shore I strolled, as my eyes fell upon a vision of Beauty. From beneath the crystal blue surf there arose a mist of colored hues that coalesced into the personified image of Woman. Cupid's arrow stirred within my heart's beat as I was captured by the embodiment of perfect symmetry and grace. A delicate elegance of form and movement followed my gaze as I traveled visually across Her flawless lines of soft fine features that only could have been shaped in some celestial abode. I now knew why Helen had launched a thousand ships. Why Samson had lost his strength. And the Baptist, called John, his saintly head. Romeo's allegiance to his family was justly forsaken for Beauty's sake. Shakespeare knew of Beauty and described it well. How many countless artists, including myself, throughout history have been captured by Her influence. Mesmerized and driven to paint what cannot be painted. So illusive is Beauty. Because each person finds Beauty in their own special way. It is true that Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. visionary imagist "Joey"