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
Wondering
Is art a free world?
Pondering
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
