Manifesto

Matthew C. Tervort

I believe in an art that is, cracked dried and bloody

I believe in an art that is, smooth and moist

I believe in an art that is, white fresh linens

I believe in an art that, breaths in with Spring and out with Winter

I believe in an art that is, processed

I believe in an art that is, that perfect moment where all is good

I believe in an art that is, running, anywhere and nowhere, the rest is simple

I believe in an art that is, not understood completely at first

I believe in an art that is, sunrays

I believe in an art that is, rough grimy and dirty

I believe in an art that is, pain, a pain that few understand, a pain that guys will have boxing matches for just so they can feel this pain

I believe in an art this is, in the rain, kissing, standing, crying, and holding a loved one close

I believe in an art that is, crying and thinking all is lost

I believe in an art that is, grown from death

Art is not my life, my life is Art