What is art?
Who is an artist?
Can these things be arbitrarily known?
I ponder as I walk the halls of this museum.
Nothing seems to speak to me.
But wait,
This one seems to be screaming.
This one makes me feel.
This one is art.
This one was done by an artist.
Too bad it is only one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem