I remember always loving art as a child
Loving art is an art to me
When February approached we would take out our scissors in class
Cut out hearts and put them on another construction called paper
It held everything together
That solid paper that I’d like to think of as a wall
I’d write to who I loved, usually mommy or daddy
Signing like graffiti, I announced my tag
It was huge
Iloveu
I got older, and those walls grew higher
My signage got more complex, some would say smaller
Dots to those who were far
Feeling subpar… I question my job as a receptionist
Collecting people’s gifts and announcing they’d received something special
I start to daydream about how beautiful the energetic flow of giving is and being open to receive
Then out of the blue, relativity and choice hit each other as two green bumper cars in my mind
Perceptions whirl around and out pops my inner voice
The vibration of that sound like no other art I’ve ever experienced
Something magnified suddenly and I saw under the scope something tiny
It was a bright yellow cell that said…
Iloveu
…and I replied, “I love you back”.