The Artist Who Now Paints With Invisible Paint
She was an artist who colored with the softest of hues
Who loved drawing creatures very few knew
A smile so sweet and a pure heart so true
Every day was a wonderful day to learn something new
She was an artist who painted with the sharpest of tools
A rebel with a fierce determination to bend the oldest of rules
Hard edges and bold lines were her signature of cool
The wild passion running in her veins as her strongest fuel
She was an artist who crafted pieces from the mundane usual
Who seek to discover unseen potentials hidden amongst plain sight visual
Creations transformed through second chances of renewable
Her discovery of hidden creativity pleasingly unconventional
She is an artist now who paints with invisible paint
Works of art in the form of words so liberating and free without restraint
Imagery magic through her every written word
Strength in vulnerability as she uncovers the innermost layers of her world
— a light-hearted poem about transitioning from my past interests in traditional art, digital art and handicrafts (age specific growth: child > adolescent > young adult /journey) to my most recent love for writing
