An Escape In Oil Paints
In a world dominated by monochrome
Within an institution made to stifle creativity
Youthful societies assigned home
Of a stark black and white reality
Even under the Panopticon known as "school"
The all seeing is confronted with escape
Escape from a competitive world so cruel
Where there's no rules to be obeyed
We're mess and confusion and chaos
And in this place - that's beauty
Statements made against brainwash
Destroying and creating resolutely
We destroy boundaries with brush strokes
And connect thru color; not in spite of it
Creating for whatever emotion we can evoke
All the time denying creativity's censorship
In the middle of a place so cut-throat
Where life hangs on the balance of a letter
Art is the antidote
Something that makes life better
I'll never live without colors
Without the chance to escape
Loving the inner me it uncovers
And for me it's a blank canvas I appreciate
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable"
I can consider myself one of the comforted
Prepared for my escape in oil paints...
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