Art

Just a sonnet I had to write for my English class.

The swipe of a paintbrush, the power of my hand
Which composes a story on canvas through color and illusion.
I create what I feel, I make them understand.
The catharsis of creation can inspire a revolution.
Without it, the world would be dreary,
A tediously floating rock.
We would would struggle to see things clearly,
Surrendering to the redundancy of life dictated by the clock.
Even in the absence of color, art can posses great powers of evocation.
It touched our souls and inspires emotions we do not know exist.
It is our most powerful form of communication,
Drawing from sentiments and experiences and urging us to reminisce.
Art is a gift, our purpose as a human race
To explore ourselves, our world, and beyond with creativity and grace.