I am an Artist

I am an artist
My hands are my tool
And through them
My passion
Is explored and expressed
From a crude block of marble
A goddess is born
Lifeless lumps of clay
Are massaged with my fingers
Becoming vessels
Filled with secrets and dreams
Blank canvasses awaken
Bursting with vibrant color
My deft brush a transport
To worlds unknown
Delicate paper
Begging to receive
A Wetness
Under my command
I am an artist