Pynk Mangoes | Notion

Why look at the sky and call it blue? Why look at a mango and call it orange? To see something - to make it yours If it's mine, it's pink If it's pink, it's art If it's art, is it exclusive?

No, Art is becoming - Heart over brain Love over maths Paint over Lines Strokes over text Poetry over paragraph

Why make poetry? Why make Art? To make your flower bloom when it's dark To make your sky orange when it rains To make the sun shine at night You ask me why I make art.

Why do I choose to paint? Why do I choose to colour my grass blue? I can't tell I see it as I want to I show it as I see it You ask me why be unreal Why be delusional I call you stupid to call me delusional Cuz the world is mine to live And the grass is mine to paint

To paint blue, green Love, keen I am in love with all I do With all I believe With all I make I love the pink mangoes The blue grass The white love

A kid in me makes art The adult me judges A kid in me falls in love The adult me fails The kid in me paints hope The adult me? It only paints - Houses and windows and doors, and floors Can it paint hope and love and belief and kindness and happiness, and a smile? I doubt, I doubt I believe my trees are purple As much as I believe my hope is green I make art to see the soul And The soul sees a little bit of me!