Art Lives In My Heart
Art lives in my heart
She whirls and twirls with happiness
She wakes me up and puts a canvas in my hands
Causing me to want to get up three hours earlier than I need to leave for work
Art means so many things
She is my photography, my poetry, my passion, my avocation.
I incorporate her into my teaching, for she is continually with me
Insisting on her own way, leading me places I have never been
Art is my go-to-place
When I feel frustration or disappointment
Alleviating my sorrow or my anger
Art is everything; she lives in my heart.
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