We artists are not mere scribblers
We are not idle
We are not dull
We do not waste our time
as most may say
Every line and every spot on every single piece of artwork;
they were drawn with specific and raw intent
Art is not incidental
We see our final result before we even begin
We strive to deliver our mind's conception,
working tirelessly 'til
our floors are coated
in beautiful mishaps
Blotches of meaningless colour,
and water diluted by creation,
soak into our carpets -
now doused with the essence
of tireless effort and time well spent

We artists pick apart every aspect of our world
We observe it in meticulous detail, pondering day and night our endless options
This world truly is our oyster
We may perceive it as we please
We brand the image of this reality
onto empty canvases;
a life immortalised by our pen
We decide how this earth is represented
and we can say whatever we like

We artists can see what others cannot:
the smooth curves and rough edges -
invisible details to most
No being truly lives without art
It surrounds us
Every flora and every fauna
was envisioned in an artist's mind
Our sun; our sky; our ocean; our land
All are unique
and all serve their purpose
Constructed through art,
even human bodies are lined in ink

We artists know well the spectral colours
We can label every shade,
describe what they mean and
what they symbolise
We know how to blend
to establish new meaning
and to express a blank and base desire
We experiment with our colours,
as a scientist would the elements,
to represent that one feeling
that cannot be expressed otherwise

We artists erect an array of structures
We sculpt and we build,
and form shapes with our brushes;
abstract and none
To make a face out of squares
and a sky out of spirals
is but an artist's trade
as we can view the metaphysical through a third eye
A writer may depict every inch and every pore of a living being
but none can convey the full picture than that of an artist

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Yeah, this may not make much sense, but that's okay. It's poetry.

But seriously, the other day, someone said to me that artists aren't clever and that they're just wasting their time making artwork, and I just needed to vent somehow without shouting all of that ^ in their face.

[ Fun fact: this took me only half an hour to write. That just goes to show how much of a vent this is. I didn't even have to think; I knew what I wanted to say ]