The artist inside
When I whistle a tune, I am that tune.When I draw a tree, I am a tree.
I become what I do, I'm no longer me.
If I paint an old lady, I know her thoughts.
If I paint a dog, I don't like cats.
Only my thoughts are mine.
I create new thoughts.
But if I draw an apple, I become that apple.
If I don't become what I do, it's only art.
If my art is to hold a meaning, it has to be me.
I look around and see art without feeling, meaning, emotion, love, hate or creativity.
filling the gallery's I visit.
Empty canvas's covered in paint.
Paint is not enough, it needs the painter inside, looking out.
I'm looking at you now, reading these words.
Can you feel me?
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2018-06-26 at 01:06
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