Art Vs. Poetry
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Could I be an artist? I always thought I had some flare for the arts. Ive always been considered a creative person. I decided to put my creativity to a different use, however. I opted for a career in helping others get the most out of their careers. Tonight will be my testimony to helping the real artists get recognized. Tonight is Gallery Night.

The weather station did not indicate anything about rain this evening. So, of course, I did not prepare for such a downpour. My lack of preparation has left me with matted, soaking wet hair and my old gym sneakers that I keep in my trunk- rather than the cute brown pumps I started out in that blended perfectly with my skirt. Now, Im just a mess and look completely unprofessional for Gallery Night. My Public Relations firm has been organizing this event for the past month. Tonight is a big deal. I cant believe how awful I look for such a high-profile and anticipated night.

Regardless of my appearance, I shook hands, exchanged stories, and matched wits with clients and colleagues all evening. Everyone walked around the room observing the various artistic pieces contributed by numerous “starting-out” artists. People were being drawn to those certain pieces that caught their immediate attention. One painting that I was fascinated by was vibrantly colored – almost like a comic book. It was a bright red heart with a silver and blue sword piercing it from above. There was a hand clenching the swords fore grip. The part of this particular painting that really struck me was the faintly illustrated couple dancing on the blade of the sword, as if the blade were a mirror. Overall, I was amazed at the use of color, defined lines, and emotion that this artist conveyed in his painting.

The wall adjacent to me was full of photographs; some were full color, some in sepia, and others black and white. I glanced at this middle-aged woman, dripping in pearls and cashmere, who had one hand on her heart, and the other held her complimentary champagne close to her body as she stared at this one photograph, a black and white photo of a single muddy footprint. I was astounded at how in awe she appeared to be, almost as if she could burst into tears at any moment. I had to know what she saw in this photograph that had her so awestricken. I walked over to her and asked her casually, “What do you see in this photo?” She responded in a shaky voice, “Ive felt this alone before, like Im the only one in the world and Im dripping with mud. Isnt it masterful how the photographer captured that?” I truly had no intelligent response to this. I politely nodded and slipped away.

The evening turned out to be a success! Despite my personal appearance, I was quite satisfied with how Gallery Night went. I sighed with relief as I opened my front door. I walked through the foyer and into the den- my shoes squeaking along the way. I took off my shoes and glanced behind me. I noticed I had left some muddy shoe prints in the foyer. I grabbed some paper towels to wipe up my mess. As I approached the floor of the foyer, I took a closer look at the mud prints I was about to wipe away. I mainly focused on just one which immediately brought my thoughts back to that middle-aged woman at Gallery Night. I pondered for that moment, and what seemed to be the rest of that night, “Could I be an artist? Could a still photo as simple as a muddy footprint artistically capture so much emotion and provoke so much thought?”

According to Merriam- Webster Dictionary, an artist is one who practices an art, or one who creates objects of beauty. (p 57). I saw the artistic value of the heart and sword painting. The colors and the intricate lines of detail really shined through in the painting. There was clearly a story painted there. However, I failed to see anything beautiful or artistic in the footprint photo; yet alone a story or emotion that the photographer (or artist in this case) tried to demonstrate. I saw a muddy footprint, a similar one that I made in my foyer, and nothing more.

Art takes many different forms. It also comes in many different genres. There is the art of filmmaking, sculpting, molding, photographing, drawing, realistic or abstract painting, and so on. Some people favor the more abstract art, and draw their own conclusions to what the artist is trying to depict through just colors and shapes, rather than distinct forms. Others would prefer the clear cut and precise picture they are viewing and appreciate the dedication and long time that it took to create it. This is true in my case because I appreciate artworks full of detail and different colorization; I appreciate artwork that looks like it took the artist more than a few hours to create. However, the photograph was simply that. A person took a picture of a footprint and framed it. I just cannot fathom that as artistic; therefore I cannot appreciate it as art. Anyone can do that, that doesnt take much skill! There has to be a line drawn as to what makes someone an artist. Right now, there is no such line- it is a very gray area, which is why so many people are considered artists these days and the value of art has depreciated.

Some consider poetry a form of art, but does that mean anyone can be a poet? Doesnt there have to be certain techniques followed in order for something to be considered poetry? Lets say that all these techniques were followed by someone whos chosen profession is a mechanic. This mechanic works ten hour days and has a long distance girlfriend. For their anniversary, he writes her a poem. His poem is short, and every other line rhymes. Since he sat down one night and thought of a few ways to rhyme words with his girlfriends features, can he now be considered a poet?

When you think about it, writing poetry isnt all that hard. There are no firmly set guidelines to writing a poem. A poem can be any length and doesnt even have to rhyme. The Merriam- Webster Dictionarys definition of poetry is metrical writing. (p565). All one has to do is set some sort of tone to their writing and it can be considered poetry.

Just like art, poetry comes in many different styles. There is the haiku. This is a Japanese form of poetry that consists of three lines: five syllable in the first and last lines and seven syllables in the second line. The haiku poem usually is written about nature and typically never rhymes (but this isnt always the case). Another form of poetry is the limerick. It is a five lined poem: the first, second and final line rhyming with each other, and the third and fourth line rhyming with one another. This form of poetry is usually humorous. One other form of poetry Id like to mention is one of the

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