I love to make art, create art.

The way it can show so much more

the way you can put a simple idea to paint,

a basic emotion and just call it

art.

When making art I feel as if I am in a different world.

The walls around me crumbling down as I am consumed

by nothing but a simple paintbrush.

Painting an imaginary world getting drifted by its time.

Not noticing how the sky outside fades to the dry night.

A simple gesture of my hand to create a whole ocean of emotion

though in the end, it is just a blue sky.

Art

It is here for me when I can not comprehend what I am feeling on the inside

So instead of letting out a cry,

I pick up a dry paintbrush.

With this ordinary activity,

I can create a whole different galaxy

A world where the grass is no longer green but,

a faded, purple.

Where creatures are the size of people

Letting out all the imagination that is haunting my mind

letting it all out like it is a battle cry.

Art is something powerful that I enjoy

It takes me to a new world just for my own

Forgetting about the reality that is happening around me

All the horrors and the misfortune of the world with no glee

With just this simple hobby I can forget who I am

Fall back into a slumber in another land.

With the creation of the mind demonstrated with

Pen and paper.