I seem to think I had shared this before but apparently I hadn't. This is one of those slightly nonsensical pieces that will only make sense if you have found something to relate to it on some level. Poetry can be strange that way. Actually, art is just strange that way. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it's simply confusing. But as long as it contains something deeply essential from the one who created it, in my opinion, that is true art. Anything else is just empty. Empty words. Soulless art. The piece of work doesn't even have to be the most astoundingly complex, different, or cleverly composed work you've ever done or the most widely praised across the board in order to be appreciated. If I can see something of you, something that is truly you in that piece of work, that is what I find to be truly beautiful and inspiring. I'll find much more adoration in a seemingly pointless canvas of abstract art that has bits and pieces of the heart that made it to a cunningly clever story with no essence from the author.
What do you find in this piece (if anything), and what is art to you?