Wouldn't life be grand

I wish I were a fancy artsy living off my creative exploits. I'd wish to mingle with its class, commune with the type of people who live and breathe for art. I'd wake up every morning percolating with bursts of ideas. I'd master hues and nuances splattering colours on wide canvases. My brushstrokes would be magical and my art inspiring to all. There'd be a reason to my creations. Like a calling to offer true compassion, my art would be joyful and bring cheer speak to both the heart and soul, mostly reach the sad and lonely to offer hope. AP: 2nd place 2025