Empty Rooms
What makes an artist?
Is it solely the ideas-- or the abitilty to pull it from our minds to reailty?
As I look around here
I only see desks and chairs.
I see cabinets and white broads.
This building seems to be a skeleton of an office
Infested with eager minds and bodies.
As the students scamble down the halls and cram into the elevators
I can only wonder...how...
We each spent...or are spending
About $90,000...
Yet, my classrooms have no art supplies?
My building is too small...and parking garge even smaller....
Sure, we have a student supply store...only
carrying next to nothing I actually need.
And here I stand.
Right in the thick of it.
Wondering why this school-- looked upon so highly,
Actually deserves my money
Or the privilege of molding my mind.
I knew being an artist was expensive
I just didn't know-- HOW.