The Artist awakes….
But something is anew.
Light passes straight through. Completely invisible to all around.
A walking defiance off the laws of physics.
Objects move around, but none can see whose hand lifts it from the ground.
The artist is unsure of being alive anymore.
What happens to the Artist’s body should the Artist fall down dead?
Will the Artist live forever?
The world is the Artist’s clay, with all the time to make of it as is wished.
The grass bending but not breaking under the Artist’s foot.
The rain barely makes a sound as it dances on the Artist’s shoulders.