Some set up their easel on a scenic hilltop.
Some in a cheap rented room in a Paris attic.
Some in schools in apartments in city parks
on nicer afternoons. Some on gloomy afternoons.
Some on granite slabs in bright kitchens. To
be an artist you need only clear your mind,
lose yourself in yourself, make things.
Every one of us is born an artist;
most of us forget.