Performance Art Poem by John Prophet

Barren,
devoid
of soul.
Black and
white.
Lifeless.
Nothing
to see.
Artists required,
pallet in
hand,
medium
infinite.
Painting
reality.
Imagining
the art.
Each decision.
Each thought.
a stroke,
a stroke
of the
brush.
Picture
evolving
artists
galore.
As if
wizards,
waving
their wands.
Intelligence
alters,
creates.
Time and
space full
immersion.
4D canvas.
Walking
the art
unfolding
as it goes.
Living
the creation,
with each
thought.
Each artist
enhancing,
altering
the scene.
Performance
art unfurling
with time.