Not the art of your fathers,

But art that bleeds into new waters. 

Paint that seeps purposefully,

Onto clothing and shoes. 

Colors melt together on skin

Not on walls like it always has been.

Beauty drips into the veins 

Of the people desperate for life. 

Flowers fall onto waiting canvases, 

But the canvas that hangs vanishes. 

Canvases are replaced with 

The previously mundane in our world. 

We are worthy of beautiful things, 

We are worthy of the joy it brings. 

It is time for a new age of art;

Art off the wall.

Photo Credit: Heidi Gallagher