I am for an art

I am for an art that starts a conversation and never finishes it

I am for an art that tilts heads and churns insides

I am for an art that does not try to appease, ever.

I am for an art meant to open doors, then twist them around and change every dimension, then make you question if that was even a door or a window you just came through.

I am for an art engulfed in opinions

I am for an art as propaganda.

I am for an art never meant to be too good for anyone.

I am for an art that stops and goes, frustrates and ignites, pokes and prods and never lets up

I am for an art that comments, states, and rebukes.

I am for an art of growing up, of staying a child, of having children and helping them to grow up.

I am for an art to teach bike riding to those in top hats, and ballroom dancing to those with ripped jeans.

I am for an art of anger and passion; venom in the details.

I am for an art aware of its surroundings, unaware of time, present in community.

I am for an art made for yourself, to share with others.

I am for an art that cries, croons, incorporates, tries to explain, invites you to guess.

I am for an art as invitation.

I am for an art that teaches and learns

I am for an art that breathes; expands and contracts without hesitation.

I am for an art that spins your head around your shoulder blades, paints your toe nails neon orange cooks you escargot after a long day of selflessness.

I am for an art that keeps you up at night.

I am for an art that you cannot keep to yourself, even if you try.

I am for an art with no final punctuation; art that aims to continue an endless critique, an endless conversation.

I am for an art of passion so deep it runs you from midnight to midnight; an inability to keep still from the sheer longing planted in the deepest workings of your bones.

I am for an art that reminds you why you started here in the first place, that gets you to keep on going, to change direction, to rethink and refuel.

I am for an art that challenges.

I am for an art that makes you want to talk about it; that leaves you no other option.

I am for an art of children.

I am for an art that makes sense in the moment, and a different sense later on.

I am for an art of complete indecision, and art of insecurities.

I am for an art as language.