Paint is a color and a word as fragile and vulnerable as a liquid in search of its form. When paint finds its form in the hands of an artist like love and hate it becomes timeless. Unlike hate it is never useless. But like love it is always searching for meaning, and it is in search of meaning that it becomes a masterpiece.<br /><br />Courtney B Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-in-the-hue/
