The Twist
Diversity in medium
As Art is what People are,
Paint- fluid and moving,
Charcoal- sharp, cutting, and exact,
Pastel- still on it’s own, distinct form
More Malleable, a Mix of
The two, and something all its own.
Art, a dance, a style, a cloth,
Colors unseen before to the naked eye
Hearts and hands unheld in tight grasps,
Covered in graphite, and then laid to rest.
Mediums in Diversity
As People are Art as well
Holding, holding, brushes and pens,
Caught in that art-block spell.
They cover each other in their own cloaks,
Their own colors as they see fit,
And are left with nothing else
But other’s hands
A collaboration of the other artists that made it.
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