I love art because it has its own meaning storey versus titles. It has a voice that dose not always need to speak. It has a natural form when loving art becomes the reality of life that you are able to see in between forms. It is like the shadow that I tried to ignor
as if art is just art like just a painting a child has drawn
As if art is just art something that had no fort of
its but a paper thats torn.
As if arts just something to stare at that has no meaning at
Art to me is something that I am made of
its not a thing though its more
an organ connected to the bloodstreams in
it is like a connective character in the sentence
which makes it longer than using only 5 words.
Its another world that is behind the words
on the paper that I have to squint because
I forgot my specs
it’s but a force that erupts inside of me
sparks a light bulb on my head top
and I can use it whenever I need to
it’s free to me because my mind is engulfed in my
own meaning and feelings.
it is indescribable unless you
are inside my mind.
its the voice of the ancestors living through