When it rains; it poems. X-acto-ly by (me!) ~topps.
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X-acto-ly
Empty canvas’ is all I seek; Inspired each day of the week.
All pulp and no fiction, create my own diction
use color like words; my art speaks
Fastest glue gun in the west. X-acto blade slinger, -the best.
I can cut paper to pieces
-shame your art theory thesis
Find write what I need in a mess
You stuck with a color wheel flat? Can’t tell glossy from matte?
I can cut hair fine white whiskers, with a sharp pair of
Fiskars
And detail the Siamese in a cat.
Ain’t nothin’ I don’t wanna make. Don’t matter how long it
take.
I can paper punch flowers, keep crafting for hours
And mix media while my shrinky dinks bake.
Arts and crafts always lift
-paint makes my mental gears shift
When my creative heart beckons; Custom stickers in seconds!
My fav, -the
personalized gift
I don’t use books or take courses; have zero artistic
remorses
No paper untorn;
“mosaic!” reborn!
If it don’t fit -I, rip, cut, trim, try again.. and if I want to; I force it.
Original, fresh and new.
But I can share my creation with you
Give me a minute, I’ll design a quick template
Step by step, then skip to my hue
by Sandra Harrison Kay
AKA: WriteousMom AKA: ~topps.
1 Comments:
Fantastic pome. It feels so true what it is like to be an artist.
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