Art Is A Perspective

Peeling the paint

to reveal its treasure

Losing restraint

in the steps that will measure

What it will be

what it's already become

Completely carefree

focused eyeball to thumb

For it's the beholder

that decides the value

Some cry and some shudder

some praise and some damn you

Critics will mutter

trying to sway perspective

Smoking pipes in wool sweaters

trying to appear decisive

But the truth sits awaiting

a varied point of view

The creation sedating

everyone in the room

Refusing to be cloned

holding only one aspect

The experience alone

is not what you'd expect

It changes and grows

as the piece is set in motion

A secret nobody knows

it changes with each emotion

Is it ever the same

I guess only time will tell

Don't want to give it a name

I guess that's just as well

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A/N

Inspired by the top story of D.J. Reddall...(hope I got it right)

This is what I got.