For the creators

The creator creates ,curates their art
Ink spilled on paper, a symphony of word
Melodies tearing through the silence
Brush strokes, graphite etches, a vision scratched into existence
The human form, transformed , held in movements’ grip
The creator creates, they curate their art.
Sometimes violent
sometimes stark sometimes cold.
An emancipation of raw emotion.
The creator creates, they curate their art.
For recognition?
Validation?
Fame?
Folly?

The creator creates, they create their art.

For release.