Someone asked me a few days ago, 

What does Art mean to you?

 

I settled down and paused to remember some books I've read over the years, 

I thought of my wish to go to a gallery in Paris, I saw in a documentary 

It made me think deeper, 

What does Art mean to me? 

In poetic words I would say 

Art is the wind I can see and I hold

  it turns to different forms,

But it's constant 

Art is in my mind every time it thinks of a wonderful piece 

Art is in my words every time I speak 

Art is how beautiful my shape is even though it's not perfect 

Art is my mindset on beautiful days and sad days 

Art is in me every time life hits me wetin no good and I stand up again 

I'm Art to me

So Art means more than words can explain to me 

It is piece by Piece how unique my being has been formed 

The way I speak, everything about me.

And Art is not just what I think about 

And that means more 

So instead of me standing 

and

 saying 

Art means more than what words can portray

I'll stand here

 and 

say

Art means so many things to different people 

But for me 

My Art is Me

Read it Again 

My Art is me

And

that's more than enough for me 

So

 What does Art mean to you?