Bailey Young/The Baron

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.