Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
Inspired by SLW
Describe a young child's drawing as if it were a professional piece of art in a gallery. You could make it funny, or try to apply real principals of painting.
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I had been scanning my eyes upon the wonderful pecies of art in a gallery. when all a sudden a huge bright light dawned upon one of the art works. It was like god had descended from heaven to astow upon me this wonderful opportunity. Sprinting to the painting casted with light I closed my eyes and prayed before looking at the painting. “Thank you for the opportunities that I have been given and fo...
I always thought art was… abstract. But this is pushing it, even as someone who works with previous mentioned, very abstract art all day. Which is a long blown out way of saying I worked at an art gallery. And sometimes my job required me to make up meaningful descriptions for random-ass artwork.
Who knew my master in art history would become a masters in bullshitting.
The artwork I had not onl...
It was my pride and joy.
I had been working on it for a whole five minutes, and my teacher had only checked on me twice.
I had used every color of the rainbow, and had managed to put all the caps back on the all the markers.
I had planned to give it to my mom.
I hoped her would put it in the fridge. It meant she loved it. And I love her....
It is not a new concept, but I often find myself wondering where the road not taken may have lead.
When focused on one element of your life, there is a tendency to shift other elements to the side.
But there is no way to know if one of those elements was an immensely important road in life for you.
While now it is naught but a page of your week, maybe it had potential to run for many happy chap...
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He gasps and points with a
Wizened finger
“This stroke here is just brilliant.”
She narrows her eyes in
Utter confusion
“Uh sir, this was made by a toddler.”
He gazes at the paper, colors
Scribbled in
“Does that mean it can’t be brilliant?”
She sees random and strange lines.
He sees a child’s joys spread out on paper, and wha...
In this masterpiece, a young Picasso emerges,
Splashes of vibrant hues, a true color surge.
Abstract lines dance with pure glee,
A chaotic symphony, wild and free.
Brushstrokes bold, like a toddler's bold dreams,
Fingerprints scattered, or so it seems.
The composition, a playground of spontaneity,
A finger-painted marvel, full of sincerity.
Notice the juxtaposition of chaos and order,
Fingerprin...
My dad is a tall oval
With five gray spikes on his head
Blue dot tennis shoes
And a zig zag mustache
Beneath a triangle nose
My mom is heart-shaped,
A bit lopsided
Cheeks tinted rosy pink
Hands with twenty fingers each
And black curly-q hair
My brother is like a star
Pointed arms outstretched
Scribbled tie-dye t-shirt
A row of pearly whites
With an empty space for the tooth fairy
My s...
It began like a whisper
A faint pencil mark
Crawling like a snail
On a purposeful task
Emboldened by the flow
Sharper and dark
Excited by the force
Of lead on snow
Juddering up to a zigzag
Crazed by its own creation
A power unknown
Motion, light - thrown
Then tapering off
Like a decree nisi
Quietly winding chock
To one still, pensive, dot,....
Happiness is simple
When you’re that small
An ice cream cone
Brings a smile that says it all
The twinkling stars way up in the sky
Maybe you can touch them, if you jump so high
Happiness is simple
When you’re that young
Laughing with your brother
While sticking out your tongue
Friendship holding hands
As we run away to our wonderland
Happiness is simple
When you’re a child
Running and shout...
One might say
that I do not know the world,
I just eat boogers
and play in dirt.
One might say
that all I can do is scribble,
But the thought of others
will cause me to quibble.
My art is but a masterpiece;
Each stroke delicately placed.
For when I give it to my mommy,
It’s only hers to embrace.
Others will only see,
A circle and some lines.
But when her eyes look upon it,
She will love it be...