We’re little children toiling like architects in our sandboxes crafting temporary structures, scratching and scraping all day,
pouring out our hearts with blood and
sweating out our souls into this work until it’s perfect
or until there’s nothing left in us.
Then, when there’s nothing left, we step back with pride to see what our love has made
and we’re glad to see the finished product soaring before us!
It’s something!
Despite its imperfections, we’re proud
and anxious to share it
so we run, barefoot in the streets, calling out to you—wherever you are
“come and see what we made!”
“Come and see what we created out of the dirt!”
It was nothing before, just sand, bits of paint, scraps of words…
it wasn’t pretty at all, but look at it now!
Now, it’s something.
We made something where there was nothing before and we want you to see. We want you to like—no, we want you to love it.
It is our work, our blood, our soul…
our work…
but it is incomplete without your approval.
The artist needs an audience–
even if it’s just ONE.
Cover Photo credit: pixabay.com
