four flights of stairs

i wake up early to leave late,

and the studio doors never lock,

the gallery will always be open,

i get the most satisfaction

out of all nighters

and early mornings here,

beautiful prints

and rainy days

painted hands

and stained aprons

splashes of creativity,

beckon for my eyes to see it,

the hallways are long,

and slightly daunting,

yet they cry out my name on a daily basis,

every minute spent here,

is worth it,

when my art makes it on a white washed wall,

my sense of accomplishment

hits an all time high,

and i walk out of the glass doors for the first time

and i embrace the sunlight...

all that is left before me is a world

waiting for its beauty to be captured

by a single lens,

in front of a single eye,

in a set of hands.