The New Renaissance
Paintings are just thoughts created in a variety of dialects.
Sculptures are just imprisoned ideas taking on physical form.
Words are random graphics meant to move your soul.
Photography stops time.
Is this piece too heavy? Weighted for you?
No- keep going, stay with me here. I got you.
With all of the hiding from the virus, the world, we go into our own closets of self-expression and self-doubt/fear. Are we creating more?