Art Attack!

When we
were young and
our unsung dreams were
but a glimmer;

before we made

the jump from
breadcrumb talents to
up-and-comers,

raised by
our mothers to
be as ambitious
with our lovers as we
are with
our callings,

and that
falling apart isn’t
as bad a
crime
as staying down.

When we were
young and
impressionable,

before mental
breakdowns and many
sleepless nights,
bottles of rum when the obstacles
decide to fight back all at once,

we were
taught the
labours of passion and their
eventual metastasis that
would become

our only guiding
light.

Given the
means to survive,
to adapt
and to try
changing the world one great
work at a time, do you accept

or deny this
gift

my
brothers in ink,
sisters of watercolor,
misters on
a microphone,
artists of a
thousand
other
shades?

Consider yourself
cured of prior
doubt;

we have an entire
generation to paint this
whole
godforsaken
town red.

(It’s not
just going
to paint itself.)

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11 thoughts on “Art Attack!

  1. oh my God, i do love your writing, and relate to what you have to paint immensely. may your brush always have the words for all spectrums of red, blue, orange- even black. thank you!

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