Naledi Sibisi

I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
See, I was named with intention; the intention to shine
Brighter than the billions of stars in my infinite sky.
My infinite sky. It’s mine. I own it.
And no other tenant has the right to enthrone it.
I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
I may glance at a vacant canvas.
Then
Paint it with words.
Write down pictures.
Scribble songs.
And draw odes.
I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
I mould my character daily.
I add
I erase.
Conceal blunders with clay
That’s exactly how I arrived at this place.
I am an artist
Let me explain,
Perfection one cannot attain.
But
I seek it in each piece
Thus each piece is incomplete.
See, I am an artist.
Highly obscure.
One who was named with intention; the intention to shine
Brighter than the billions of stars in my infinite sky.
Infinite sky. Hand crafted for me.
Then embellished by me.
For I am an artist.