Call it discovery unintended, yet for
art sake,
it’s a new movement in the making;
immiscible mediums interacting into a lake,
flowing, mingling, ever changing.
But whose art, whose hands the magic lies?
it can't be that of a master on rush ;
it can't be that of a neophyte’s beginner’s luck,
it's everybody's guess, any one of us.
Who is the artist then, what's a masterpiece?
it's unknown, obscure sans a signature;
what's in a name? In a li’l corner, works the artist -
a four-year old girl sweet and pure.
it’s a new movement in the making;
immiscible mediums interacting into a lake,
flowing, mingling, ever changing.
But whose art, whose hands the magic lies?
it can't be that of a master on rush ;
it can't be that of a neophyte’s beginner’s luck,
it's everybody's guess, any one of us.
Who is the artist then, what's a masterpiece?
it's unknown, obscure sans a signature;
what's in a name? In a li’l corner, works the artist -
a four-year old girl sweet and pure.
Mackie 4, author's granddaughter at work.
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