Art Drips, Drop. by. Drop

Art drips from my mind -
(Drop. by. Drop.)

Each drop hold a new cosmos,
a prism of wild imagination blended with simple realities.

Form allows shapes to appear on blank slates,
Function paves the yellow-brick-road for dysfunction,
and colors blend together to create beauty and depth.

What do you see in your dreams?
What do you create with your art?

Is it a canvas, exploding with stars -
a fiery nebula burning at your fingertips?

Is it a variety of birds -
wings sprinkled in magic that flutter from canvas to canvas?

Is it the human eye -
the miniature replica of the universe,
forever defining what we see?

Do you see to believe or believe to see?

Or is it ancient monuments -
their stories of vanished millenniums soaked into their foundations,
forever unheard?

Or is it a woman -
that feminine entity seeped in the moon and awash with passion,
her womb a portal to the divine?

Art drips from our minds --
(Drop. by. Drop.)
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Come along darling,
and step into the worlds we have created.
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Brigitte Soleil