ON ART
I believe,
the beauty and mystic of art
is the unknown-
It births before your eyes
life through a creative heart.
At times,
it will leave you speechless
with only a subtle or stark
residue you can’t deny.
And sometimes,
it puts salt in your mouth
or wild berries on your tongue
and yet,
you might even walk away
with a dent on your flesh
you’ll never forget.
And in turn,
you may never, ever
be the same again.
Art is life until it’s no more
yet that experience,
that energy lives on forever.
We; as artists, as creators,
visionaries, change makers,
and performers,
it is our duty,
our divine right,
nature and calling
to continue that bloodline,
in the best way we know how.
- Tiny Poet, On Art, 8.5.2018
the beauty and mystic of art
is the unknown-
It births before your eyes
life through a creative heart.
At times,
it will leave you speechless
with only a subtle or stark
residue you can’t deny.
And sometimes,
it puts salt in your mouth
or wild berries on your tongue
and yet,
you might even walk away
with a dent on your flesh
you’ll never forget.
And in turn,
you may never, ever
be the same again.
Art is life until it’s no more
yet that experience,
that energy lives on forever.
We; as artists, as creators,
visionaries, change makers,
and performers,
it is our duty,
our divine right,
nature and calling
to continue that bloodline,
in the best way we know how.
- Tiny Poet, On Art, 8.5.2018