day ninety-five: the artist's art.

the artist's art is to imitate light

to reproduce life

with vivid blues and greens

to play up the insane

play in the taboo

and cover up the "normal"

that society so deems "sane"

to expose the true insanity in

following the rules

to think so much that

the artist thinks things upon things

in things and under things

thinks around things and through things

then thinks them again

wondering if they are "normal"

then not caring

because "normal" is pretending to be

"sane" is pretending so "insane" is

being you.

the artist's art is to think all those things

while seeming to be quietly sitting

staring at a wall or computer or professor

when really the artist's mind is far away

in some book she once read, plans on re-reading,

or a book she plans on writing or even something not

art related (that's a lie, all things relate to art)

such as thinking about a fish who died in the namesake of a poet

in the same way that poet

did keel over

the artist's art is to be

be an art within herself

and to freely think

think a lot

and to share her art

like those "normal" people share gossip

or germs

to share much, often and to not over think it

but find the balance in thinking enough,

not too little

not too much

think, and think enough

that is the artist's art.

(inspired by: this.)