(This song may explain my artistic vision.  Or it may not.  Day 254…)

I make a mess.  You dissect and make sense of it, then get back to me at your earliest convenience…

Art is taking a mess
And giving it your name
The pile of clothes in front your bed
Where you know every item
But may discover that shirt
That reminds you of that time
You made a memory worth never throwing away.

Art is the truth adorned with optical illusion
No matter what you believe
The answer is yes
And if you can’t quite see that chalice in the shadow of two lovers about to kiss
So what?
Your vision is yours.
The may ridicule you
But they can never tell you you’re wrong