Art is an odd thing

Unexplainable most of the time

But breathtaking all of the time

Artists create pieces to express themselves on canvas

When we see we feel differently

An expression of who we could be

Sometimes it's who you were

And the clay makes you miss her

Often art is misunderstood as easy and quick

But what is that feeling was only there for a speck

An expression, a story, a dream came true

That's why art often looks different between me and you

Much love,