The Fate Of Art

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Jun 6, 2024
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Updated: Oct 4, 2024

By Sarah Khan

The hands that write, grow old one day

But the written words don’t change

The colours that paint fade away

But the painting remains the same

The legends might be forgotten one day

But the history makes no change

The pencil gets smaller after every use

But the sketch stays the same

The Artist might die on day

But the essence of Art doesn’t change

DESCRIPTION- Art has the power of preserving the past, the lost and the extinct. I feel like art is

immortal and that the artist dies leaving an imprint, a beautiful mark in this world. The mortal artist

leaves an immortal trace of art in this world for the generations to admire.

By Sarah Khan

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