I have witnessed countless works of art
That easels and walls proudly display.
I have tried to imitate such beauty
With paints and oil pastels of my own.
Yet, I have never been able to replicate
The amazing lines, the graceful arcs,
Not with watercolors anyways.
For words are my true medium,
Pens and keyboards are my brushes;
Paper and documents serve as my canvas.
I illustrate places far beyond visual reach,
Giving limitless freedom to the imagination.
Descriptions give interpretative imagery,
While drawings stay quite firm.
I paint my stories with ink and pixels,
Which are carefully arranged in neat groups.
They dance and run together,
Which is an art all on its own.