??The blankness and emptiness
of the new paper, the oil pastels, the paint, The light brush strokes I make, creating color
Creating shades--
Black and white, my feeling going onto The paper, getting in a rhythm--
A rhythm the same as my heart, art
It's like taking your memories and placing them All onto a paper,
In colors,
Black and whites,
Shadows and highlights.
The way artists create sculptures, Paying close attention to every detail, Every mold,
Everything that their eyes show, They sculpt what they see,
The patience it takes,
You lose yourself.
The feeling you get when you look at a painting, Beautiful, like looking
At the sun set into the ocean
As if it's being swallowed by the waves,
It's as meaningful as the beating heart
And the blood needed in your body,
It's a way of expression
A way to make someone feel,
The way you feel.
Art is even as simple as the blankness
And emptiness of a fresh new
Paper, for a fresh new start.