Expression?  Sense?  Regurgitation?
Whatever comes of one's creation
begins beyond an artist's mind
and vanishes as viewers find
an aspect where their truths collect
or implications which reflect
existences instructing choices,
inward visions, inmost voices
speaking some interpretation,
identity, imagination.

There, all perspectives deviate
before creators can create,
ensuring every rendering
uniquely means surrendering
to stranger eyes, how they may see
regardless what was meant to be.

So art is nothing simply told
as beauty proves we each behold
exclusively, through special space,
unparalleled by time or place:
we center on a certain sight
and know it solely by our light.

Artworkability © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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101 words / 22 lines.  Initially submitted to the Art Is Subjective challenge prompt - link:

Also submitted to the Art Matters challenge:
Submitted: September 23, 2021