If I were an artist...

If I were an artist, what would I paint? Clouds in the sky? Trees in the fields? Or random faces drawn out on canvas? Capturing moments, of which time forgets.

If I were an artist, what would I sculpt? A pillar of solitude or a "floating" mass of hope? That wilts or blooms, as humans "vote".

If I were an artist, what would I build? A model of proportions? or abstract confluence of matter? That installs itself among the spaces, to speculate and probe.

If I were an artist, I would be a photographer. For I can neither sketch nor speak the images I crave to pen. But sight I have, to see and frame, the pictures burnt on paper that speaks a thousand words.