Art as a Venue
I close my eyes and breathe,
Sirens, screaming, and gunshots
fade into background noise.
I breathe and relax.
In and out.
In and out.
My mind goes dark and
My hand moves across the paper.
Lines form into swirls.
Swirls form into shapes.
Shapes meld together.
I smile and mix colors together in my mind.
Red's and blue's.
Yellow's and green's.
Brown's and oranges.
Purple's and pink's.
I grab the brush and drag it across the paper.
A trail following behind it.
I open my eyes and look
At what I created.
The colors and lines swirl together.
Forming rolling hills,
And gentle rivers.
I smile and look at paradise.