Artistry engulfs me,
Encapsulates me,
Takes my hand and tells me where to be.
A brush replaces a pen,
Paint replaces a voice,
Canvas replaces a keyboard.
Even if there is no word to be spoken,
No hidden meaning,
There is beauty.
A writer cannot write without words,
A voice cannot speak without words,
A keyboard cannot portray anything without words.
In a world where words seem to be all a person has,
An artist can elude all known language,
Speak in colour.
An artist can touch,
Without reaching out a hand,
Touching another.
Soft whispers of shades,
Caresses of gentle imagery,
Words that the artist never spoke in the mouths of the viewer.
That’s what an artist does.
About the Creator
sa re
I need writing experience or something before my writing bachelor at uni. help.
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