I carry at least one art medium with me at once.
Paint, clay, ink, chalk, dye, yarn, and always pencil.
I display it with self confidence even when glaze or paint stains my clothes.
People pass by and judge my creativity and artistic sense.
While one may declare “Organized paint disaster.”
Others declare “Masterpiece of the ages.”
While another may look better, prettier, thinner, I may offer a bit more.
History, intellect, and the ability to survive insults.
With insults I stay standing, holding my pride and artistic value,
Because there is always someone to appreciate true art.