art is around me
always.
like the wind in my hair or the grass on my feet.
perpetual.
art doesn’t come and go
even as humanity
wavers.
in fact, when humanity is unsure,
art flourishes.

i have created my fair share of art.
after all,
i am an artist
...
at least, that is what i call myself
and that means many things.

i like to draw, and drawings cover my walls from
top to bottom.
therefore i am an artist.

i like to write, and words flow through me
like water through a stream.
therefore i am an artist.

i like to sing, and lyrics whisper out of my mouth
when no one is listening.
therefore i am an artist.

i like to take pictures, and images
of flowers and rivers and streams stream through my mind.
therefore i am an artist.

i have created my fair share of art.
after all, we are in quarantine.
meaning we are at home.
meaning we have “nothing” to do.
(wrong)

i like to draw
i like to write
i like to sing
i like to take pictures
therefore i am an artist
and i have work to do