With brushes that dance and colors that play,
I bring forth worlds in a creative way.
As an artist, I see with a different eye,
A realm of beauty, where imagination lies.
My canvas is vast, a blank slate so white,
Awaiting the strokes of my soul's delight.
I mix and I match, with a twirl of my hand,
As hues and shades blend, to create a new land.
With every stroke, a story unfolds,
Of emotions and thoughts, that my heart has told.
The colors I choose, a reflection of me,
A symphony of feelings, in perfect harmony.
My art is my passion, my fire and my flame,
That burns bright and true, and bears my name.
It's a language that speaks, to the heart and the soul,
A universal tongue, that makes us whole.
As I create, I lose myself in the flow,
A state of pure bliss, where time and space grow.
The world outside fades, and all that remains,
Is the art and the artist, in a sweet, sweet refrain
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With each new piece, a part of me is born,
A fragment of my essence, that's forever sworn.
To bring joy and beauty, to all who behold,
Is the artist's gift, that never grows old.
So let my brushes dance, and my colors sing,
For in the world of art, my heart takes wing.
And as I create, I am free and I am me,
An artist, a dreamer, wild and carefree.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every item was carefully crafted and designed by me, using wire, cotton, cotton balls, and fabric scraps as primary materials. The facial features and hands were skillfully rendered in cold porcelain, which consisted of baking soda, cornstarch, water, and glue. I designed, painted, and applied adhesives to each piece individually. These creations are what I lovingly call my Babushka babies.
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Comments2
I love this poem.
Lovely! He who creates is a god. To make something out of scattered pieces reverses entropy and sets time backwards. A wonderful write my friend
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