The Artist In Me (SBC #60)

My heart is artistic. It dances. It paints. It swirls colours into mysterious, glorious shapes. My hands, however, do not. I can not make the art I feel turn into anything tangible or beautiful. It's frustrating sometimes.

The art that most signifies my artistic vision would probably be mostly fractals. I know - it's kind of weird, but it's true. There's something about whirling and swirling that is fantastically beautiful to me.