Art For The Masses

Was art ever meant to be enjoyed?

By the body of individuals? Grasping and pleading for more

and newer, and better.

Why is our society built on the notion that Art can be sold, and that people will enjoy being

dragged through endless fads

one style to the next

pleading

crying out for more

Was art ever for the mass?

Were we supposed to be the ones creating, sifting through the sand for gems

that can be manufactured

altered

modified

and mass produced?

Why is it then that we allow it?

Why is it that we get caught up

With the thought that our art

could never be good enough

for the Mass?

This thing that you see is not what you see,

not letters on a page

nor words on a screen

not even sounds and syllables spoken

not even spoken by the one you love

This is my soul

Crying out

To be heard

And Musing to itself

about the way of things

This is not art for the masses

This is art for me