A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Where is art? What is art?
Its all around us,
In the leaves, the trees,
The sky, the streams,
The dirt, the destruction,
The life, the people.
But when is it not art?
When the message doesn’t balance the medium.
And the world is so unbalanced.
Why do so few create –
Why do so few ask –
What happened to art for the sake of art?
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