What Art Has Taught Me

What Art Has Taught Me

By Brendon Connors

I found my voice in colors bright,

In pencil strokes and shards of light.

A child with crayons, worlds I drew,

Of castles tall and skies of blue.

I learned that art can shift and grow,

Like rivers bend and currents flow.

From knights in armor, bold and strong,

To mystic dreams where souls belong.

My hands have shaped what words can’t say,

Emotions poured in vibrant play.

A canvas holds my secret fears,

My hopes, my joys, my passing years.

Each line reveals what stirs inside,

A mirror where my thoughts reside.

Creation blooms, a path untamed,

Where nothing stays and none’s the same.

Through art, I’ve traced my passions deep,

Unveiled the dreams I long to keep.

A journey inward, piece by piece,

To find what brings my spirit peace.

And as I grow, my work expands,

With fire, brush, and steady hands.

Each layer peels, each symbol sings,

Of untold truths and hidden wings.

I’ve learned that growth will chase the brave,

That time won’t wait, and minds must crave.

For art is more than what we make—

It’s all we risk, it’s all we take.

So here I stand, a soul set free,

Through colors, lines, and artistry.

A gift, a lesson, born anew—

This life, this art, this endless view.