What am I Trying to Say With My Art?

My final project in my advanced ceramics class this semester was to define what my art means to me.

This poem is in response to the prompt of defining ‘my art’.

To combat the dark 

Remember those days 

We spent at the park.

Enjoying places to play

Without money 

To get in the way.

Ceramic coils and faces, 

Sometimes feels like 

A connection between 

Me & my primitive basis. 

My art is something 

Rooted in my core. 

Learning from everything

Humans created before. 

To communicate through 

The walls that capitalism grew, 

Takes patience and love 

For the work that I do 

So I found that,

I believe in healing.

Using arts 

As a means of dealing, 

In a society that

Leaves us reeling.

To perceive the world around,

Hearing the most human of sounds,

The smell of flowers sprouting from the ground,

Makes me want to be proud 

Of what I leave behind when 

I’m 6 feet underground.

But when boiled down,

Wether it’s a laugh or frown,

If I made you feel something,

Beyond the void of nothing,

Then my job is done,

Until I make another one.