A.R.TA Poem by Woody, Son of EvelynWhat art in my own understanding
Art, a never ending cycle of ideas created by the mind
a work made by the heart done for different minds to bind for unity to be done creating closure between people Even the blind is enable to feel art through sounds passing through his speaker cables an art curved in a table can also be read by touching its form an art is a picture done by tracing lightning flashes during a storm Nature is art art is by nature it comes naturally without a notice you don't need to paint a better Monalisa to be labelled as an artist anyone can be an artist, all you need is to work with your heart and mind at ease doodle a stick person and put your emotions in every stroke is your own master piece nothing is greater nor least you are the creator of your art, its your possession you are free to express what you feel in every stroke, sketch or pronunciation Dont let people tell you what to do with your piece let them hate if they dont want it, protect your work if they diss let them understand what art is all about or ask them what is art if they dont know the answer let them look around from graveyards to parks art is in the heart art is in the earth, above the skies, under a big tree cuz both words will never be completed with the middle letters connecting them together, the letters A.R.T © 2012 Woody, Son of EvelynAuthor's Note
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Added on October 15, 2012 Last Updated on October 15, 2012 Author
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