The Art Poem
Art is making something out of nothing. It doesn’t have to be hard. Here, I’ll show you. Art is a stick figure drawn by a kid on the back of a napkin, a silly dance in the kitchen, or singing Whitney in the shower. Art is a war inside of you and showing up is your only weapon. It is you, and your feelings, splattered on a messy canvas Art is a healing way that allows you to see, feel and express despite the shittiness of it all! Art is a song sung together on a warm summer night, around a fire, with friends and lovers, and guitars. Art is your gift wrapped in shiny blue paper, with a gold ribbon and a card, with a love note, a smiley face and a big heart. Art is how your body wraps itself around mine. Art is gazing into your eyes and seeing the world. Art is a path that guides you over the river of doubt, and into the ocean of wild uncertainty. Art is a red rose, and a pink daffodil that you stole from a garden, after smelling them and assorted both neatly into a green leaf. Art is for you, the artist! And when I see what you've created, and appreciate it, I become an artist too. Forget rhyme forget reason, art is everywhere and for everyone. It is not confined, or defined, and art leaves no one left behind. Art is a tango between you and the human condition. Witness the waves, and transform the pain into a gorgeous splash. It doesn’t have to be hard. I hope I convinced you. So go now and create something out of nothing.
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