Poetry about how the mind can see so many different worlds in one canvas. How one person can hold so much knowledge about the world of art by one single look. Locked forever in their mind, they will remember the emotion of the art, and the movement that it creates inside of them. Painting is a beautiful thing. We may not always understand what it is, or where it is coming from. But, there is an emotion that sticks to our bodies from art. Simple and in an instant, it changes us, we fall apart, and anew. 



She sits quietly


Is art a free world?


Her back to the crowd

Eyes open wide

She sees a universe

Others deny

Red words

Red arms

Red placement of brush

On canvas

For today she wonders

Of what will become

Of us


@ Camile McGregor

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