The only point of view an artist has is their own;
Each work delivered, from their perceptible zone.
There are Kings and Queens demanding (or requesting),
That your eyes start serf-ing – a little momentary investing.
When you place two-cents, into their bank;
Then, they smile wide, and politely they thank…
When you tell them something is “not quite right”;
Then, they demand your opinion, leave from their sight…
…However there are a rare, chosen few –
Who only care, about the work they choose to do.
Not nonchalantly building, without punctuation onto the next
piece;
But, ensuring the schema is well-thought, and constructed
without a crease.
Nor, crafting a metaphysical design, with abstract profundity;
Structuring an enigmatic metaphor, with comparisons spread abundantly.
Their days spent, coloring their developments with whatever
little hue
(Which at some point in time), might float in and tint their
“TINY” view.
… Guess they need some regal or vain sense of corrective
vision,
Much like the "Kings" and "Queens" need some humble revision…
While these pawns, who assemble clarified concepts, might seem
narrow;
You can tell with each new step in the display, that: the art is part of
their marrow.
Composed By: A. D.
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