Art is not always about pretty things. It’s about who we are, what happened to us, and how our lives are affected.
– Elizabeth Broun
When fear has become the emotion dominant
When uncertainty surrounds us, omnipresent
When answers to questions do not exist
When on the narrowest sliver of hope we subsist
When physical space we find in constraint-
There is only one way out- to give free rein
To imagination, to try to get the mind and soul immersed
In art- the medium of freedom in this dystopian universe..
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One could create, one could simply admire
Art in different forms could serve to inspire
Millions who are hurting, unable to give expression
To the swarming plethora of emotions
When ordinary language fails to convey
Innermost feelings, art provides a beautiful way
To express, and to preserve that expression
For posterity- one day there would be a compilation
For future generations to study to understand
How this pandemic changed the lay of the land…
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Whereas science will lead us to a vaccine or a cure
For the virus itself- art, I think, will enable us to endure
The emotional burden that the pandemic has placed
On humankind as we fight a war never before faced…
Passion...unbridled 