Performance Art

John Prophet

Barren,

devoid 

of soul.

Black and

white.

Lifeless.

Nothing

to see.

Artists required,

pallet in

hand,

medium 

infinite.

Painting 

reality.

Imagining

the art.

Each decision.

Each thought.

A stroke,

a stroke

of the

brush.

Picture

evolving

artists 

galore.

As if

wizards, 

waving

their wands.

Intelligence 

alters,

creates.

Time and

space full

immersion.

4D canvas.

Walking 

the art

unfolding 

as it goes.

Living

the creation,

with each

thought.

Each artist 

enhancing,

altering

the scene.

Performance 

art unfurling 

with time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2021 07:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11
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  • Goldfinch60

    Art is infinite within each artists mind and within the heart of those who see art for what it is.

    Andy

  • John Prophet

    So true Andy, thank you for reading.



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