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.) 

Come along darling,
and step into the worlds we have created. 

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Brigitte Soleil ​