Through the artist’s eyes, the world is alive—
Every moment a rhythm, each breath a dive.
Color and shape, motion and sound,
Are songs of the soul where meaning is found.

A painter sees skies not yet born to the blue,
A photographer captures the feeling, not view.
A sculptor finds grace in a curve or a line,
A wave maker dances with water and time.

To create is to live with the fullest of heart,
To tell the world stories through layers of art.
It's not just expression—it’s joy in disguise,
A freedom that flows from the hands to the skies.

In creating, they breathe in the light of the day,
And breathe out the wonder that words cannot say.
They’re not escaping—they’re diving in deep,
Awake in the dream most only keep.

Their art is a gift, a moment to share,
A spark of connection, a love laid bare.
Not to impress, but simply to show
The beauty they feel, the truths that they know.

And when their work finds a place to belong,
It’s like hearing a harmony join their song.
It means someone else saw what they see—
The joy, the freedom, the need to be free.

It’s not letting go, it’s letting it fly—
A piece of their spirit now touching the sky.
For every new home their art may find,
A thread is sewn through hearts intertwined.

So whether with camera, or chisel, or brush, or flame,
In silence, in laughter, in thunder, or hush—
The artist creates with one hope in sight:
To share life and love, and set something alight.