Let us consider the composition as a whole. At first glance, one might dismiss it as a mere scattering of blots and wayward lines. But upon deeper inspection, one becomes aware of three dominant 'focal splotches'—a term I have recently coined to describe this artist’s manifestations of painterly prowess. These focal splotches vary dramatically in color, texture, and medium, lending the piece a dyn...

Squiggly lines in every colour of the rainbow

Jagged sharp edges that speak to a deep seeded anger

Bright yellows and oranges that remind us that joy is always present if we look for it

A portal into another world

As seen through the eyes of a child...

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,....