ART MONSTER:

I am the art monster. I watch you pour waterfalls of color onto rivers of white. You seem as happy as you merge explosions heart and soul. As the lines come together and you message or funny joke emerges I watch you.

You smile and stair at it with joy in your eyes. But as you show you’re crafted arrange of line, shape and color to your peer’s dought creeps in. You all of a sudden dought your creations your work your talent. As people pass by you start asking your self if it’s worth it.

I’ve made my move as I ravage your feeling s taking your happy feelings like joy and glee and slaughtering them like cows. You fight hard to keep me at bay and you fight hard. But I’m still there. For every artist has one of me.

For you are your worst enemy. You dought every line every curve every smile. You hold yourself back and every great artist goes through the same thing. When he picks up the pen, paint brush or insterment or what ever you use. I’m there creeping in like a cat.

I wait till your done before I strike causing anguish anger and frustration. But if you win you’ll be happy and on top of the world but I’ll be back every time you try to create another masterpiece.

For I am the art monster can you defeat me?