An artist has to use many different colors when they paint. They have to feel their art, become the art. The artist has to become a creative individual; a quince person. When the art is sad the artist is sad, when it’s happy the artist is happy. My writing is just another form of art it comes from within just like an artist’s inspiration does. I get my inspiration just like an artist does, from the wind blowing in the golden Aspen leaves in the mountains, the rivers caused by the melting snow, even from the laugh of a child. I am an Artist; an artist of the words that will make a difference in someone’s life on day.