Rejected
This is NOT a collab with Anastasia. Nope.
It’s not you… It’s me… Your brushstrokes are a dance, though they stumble and trip, An abstract symphony, more like a drunken dip. The colors you chose are bold, we can’t deny, A daring palette, but did you paint it blind?
It's an enigma, this piece you've created, A masterpiece in its own unique way. What they’re really trying to say, understated, Is maybe, just maybe, your artwork’s cliché.
Your vision’s a maze, more like a tangled thread, A journey of thought, did you bump your head? The composition's brave, a rebel's delight, Though harmony of elements is just out of sight.
It's an enigma, this piece you've created, A masterpiece in its own unique way. What they’re really trying to say, understated, Is maybe, just maybe, your artwork’s cliché.
Your artwork sings of dreams that went astray, A raw creation, in a rather messy way. It’s a story told in a language unknown, Or perhaps it’s just a smudge that’s overblown.
There’s a spirit within, but it’s hard to see, A glimpse of a truth, or a splatter spree. It’s a bold endeavor, a testament to try, A spark of brilliance, did you even apply?
It's an enigma, this piece you've created, A masterpiece in its own unique way. What they’re really trying to say, understated, Is maybe, just maybe, your artwork’s cliché.
So keep painting your heart, with fervor and fire, For every stroke is a note in your choir. Art is not perfect, nor always sublime, But what they’re really trying to say, my friend, Is maybe next time, get it right on the line.
It kind looks like this picture was run over a truck.. What I really mean to say is.. Your artwork sucks.
It’s not you… wait, yes it is.
