Art is made by my hand—
in quiet struggle,
in choices that don’t always make sense,
in accidents that still belong.
But once it leaves me,
it no longer answers to my voice.
It becomes whatever the viewer brings:
a memory, a mood,
a story I never meant to tell.
Art is mine in the making,
yours in the seeing.
Beautifully said, Dave. “Art is mine in the making, yours in the seeing” is a line to keep….such a clear acknowledgement of the hand, the accidents that still belong, and then the gracious release to the viewer.
— Abbie