i've been asked to write a short blurb about my lovely friend michelle...one that captures her love of beauty and art. yet i sit here, with a head full of words, and seemingly nothing to say. i'm reminded of Bukowski who so eloquently states that writing should never be forced. i couldn't agree more. that same notion applies to all art though as when it is something not derived from the heart it's rather meaningless. the true beauty of art lies in the love, the heart, and the soul it takes to create it. Bukowski said with regards to writing "If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, then do something else." Michelle waited, and my oh my did things come roaring out of her. Zeal for life, love of beauty, compassion for mankind, and unwavering peace. These are things that her art displays with big, bold paintings in fantastic colors. Each brush stroke a way to share her passion with the rest of us who maybe couldn't come to it quite on our own.