What Art Is Poem by Tiffany Ip

Art isn’t always about what you can see.
It’s not always paint on a canvas, sitting inside a museum, waiting to be marveled at.
Let me tell you something about art.
It’s everywhere.
The way a piece of artwork makes you feel as if you are gazing into a portal to infinity and there is only reality stopping you from doing so.
The way your heart bleeds when you heart those lyrics to that song because you know, truly, what those words mean.
When music strikes a chord so deep within you that you are hopelessly lost at the mercy of wherever it decides to take you.
That picture that you always envision in your head but cannot put down on paper no matter how hard you try?
That is because it is yours.
That you telling yourself that you don’t want anyone else to take that away from you because you’ve already lost so much.
That picture of perfection that is always surrounded by some obscure halo of light even though in reality, it’s just an ordinary picture.
That rush of emotion and passion that surges through every limb of your being when you begin to move with the music, painting a story with your body.
That trembling fervor that takes you in an instant and you are forced to pour your soul out on paper.
When you look back at that paper at your soul and realize how many imperfections it has but still accept yourself as beautiful and human.
That is art.