Art

To escape our physical being

The barrier between

These thoughts, these feelings, our cluttered soul

And expression—the most genuine of all truths

The barrier between

Those words we do not speak

And the most genuine of all truths—expression

Creation is intentional

Those words we do not speak

Define us

Creation is our intention

Each strike, each stroke is the aftermath of life

Define us?

Impossible. For no creation resembles the next

Each strike, each stroke is the aftermath of life

Does the process heal?

Possibly. For no creation resembles the next

We are one of a kind—collectively existing as one

This process heals

Four corners bind an infinite message. We declare canvas our messenger

We are one of a kind—collectively existing as one

These thoughts, these feelings, our cluttered soul

Four corners bind an infinite message. We declare canvas our messenger

As we escape our physical being