The world is full of artists
Whether or not they see themselves as one.
Everyone is an artist.
The way that boy dresses himself,
How that girl wears her hair,
The children chasing each other on the playground.
How you take your coffee
Or the way you like your tea.
The way you laugh with your best friend, completely unrestrained.
The smile when you make eye contact with your crush
And the soft blush when you turn away.
How someone reads their favorite book
Over and over again.
How you sit and stand and walk
The way you dance and party.
How you sing along to Disney movies
And quote television shows.
Your knowledge of history or obscure plants or outer space.
The way snowboarders carve the frost beneath them
Or how basketball players dribble.
The way you speak to your loved ones
And even your worst enemy.
How people hope and dream and believe.
A tight scrawl or wide and looping
Cursive or print
Or any combination thereof.
The sigh of a person whispering their lover’s name.
How you move your hands as you tell a story.
How new parents cradle their first child.
The way you live and breathe.
The feel of the world under your fingertips
The taste it leaves in your mouth
The scent that fills your lungs
The sight that flood your mind from the smallest grain of sand to the sky above
The sound of music from this track called “Life”.
This world is full of artists
Even if they don’t see themselves as one.
The world is our canvas
It’s our stage, our runway, our stadium.
We are artists
The world, our masterpiece in the making
Forever a beautiful work in progress.
I think everything in life is art.
-Helena Bonham Carter