Art:
You are the center of the Earth.
You are the heart of the Party.
You are the core of my heart.
When I am arting, time flies.
When I am arting, I lose myself.
When I am arting, time is not of the essence.
When I art, I am immersed,
It is unrehearsed.
When I art, there are endless places to begin
And impulses to restart.
When I art, there’s a soundtrack in my mind,
And sometimes it is audible.
Art,
When I make marks on paper,
Sometimes those dots and dashes get onto the blank canvas,
Then it is blank no more.
When I write words in my head,
Sometimes those letters get onto the blank page,
Then it is blank no more.
What, then, is this art?
Art is here and there.
Art is everywhere.
Art is not blank.
Art is fulfilling.
Art is core.
Hope is a work of art.
Art is not an ending,
Art is a beginning,
Art centers me.
I become art.
I am Hope,
What is Art?
Art is Hope.
Love this! Thank you for sharing!!!!!!
Thank you for reading it, Larry. It’s my pleasure.