Performance Art

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Apr 24, 2021

Barren,
devoid 
of soul.
Black and
white.
Lifeless.
Nothing
to see.
Artists required,
pallet in
hand,
medium 
infinite.
Painting 
reality.
Imagining
the art.
Each decision.
Each thought.
a stroke,
a stroke
of the
brush.
Picture
evolving
artists 
galore.
As if
wizards, 
waving
their wands.
Intelligence 
alters,
creates.
Time and
space full
immersion.
4D canvas.
Walking 
the art
unfolding 
as it goes.
Living
the creation,
with each
thought.
Each artist 
enhancing,
altering
the scene.
Performance 
art unfurling 
with time.

 

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