Art is a vapour
a formless beaty,
a free end of freedom,
Oscar Wild's validity
Art is an eye
that perceives beauty
Whistler's wilderness
Art is autonomy
rejection of morals
Nietzsche's narrative
A flip, realism is art
Gustave Courbet's gesture
Art is an ink drop,
a brush stroke,
an existing entity
Shall it be formless then?
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