Can we cease with the gatekeeping please?
Art, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So, stop insisting that your smeared lens
is the only way to see.
Beauty in art may sing like a choir
or it may hum a slow drone,
slightly out of tune.
but with something magical in the tones.
I've heard so many say,
"but it’s not poetry"
Or I don't like the artistry
that this painter displays.
I'm not keen on this singer’s song of choice.
It doesn't fit my tiny box
It doesnt tick the box that I've convinced
myself this art must consist of.
Art can be as delicate as a sapling
making its first forays into the sun,
or as big and bold as a mountainous tree
that's been around since long before we were born.
It's okay to dislike the work,
but do you have to be a jerk?
putting down the hours, the days
the weeks and years
all the searching through misty tears,
just trying to find the right way to portray
what it is that you are trying to convey.
Art can be like an ocean wave
and crash onto the scene
like that wave upon a beach
Or it can be more like a stream,
slowly finding its ways
into the winding cracks we leave.
Criticism is fair game,
ripping a person's heart out
to make you seem
like the only person
who understands art,
is not.
It's just bullying with a different name.
Advice is fair, to rip and tear is not the same.
Art doesn't have to be constrained by the past.
What came before is a guide,
but the way forward is vast.
Kindness isn't weak,
all you have to do is
think before you speak.
Would you like someone
to say these things to you?
Would it make you want to continue?
Without art we would be so much poorer
It's the currency of love,
of hurt and pain
Within it we hold the truth
our souls contain.
Thanks for reading
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