Art isn’t juvenile; the art is you.
Art is the trees flowing with the wind,
art is the dance you do in the shower,
and art is the dewy leaves on a moist morning.
Art is everywhere; art is here.
Art is this poetry,
art is the music that I cannot sing,
art is the painting I never finished,
art is the cookies I made on the day my heart broke.
My broken heart is art.
Art is subjective; it’s unpredictable.
Look around, the art is you, the art is me.
We create this art, we break this art, we love this art, we judge this art.
It’s us; we’re the art, we’re the world.
We’re all artists, painting our muse in vibrant and dull shades of this life.
We mold this art, we fold this art.
