I am a canvas

Splatter painted

With blacks and reds

Yellows, blues, and pinks

Streaked across my surface

By chance

By luck

Sometimes

When I am walking down the street

Sitting with people I don’t know

They tell me

That they’re confused

They see me as a mess of colors

A pile of puzzle pieces

They don’t how to put together

Some people guess

Mistaking the unique shades of my strokes

For something that they’ve seen before

Something that fits their limited perception of color

Very few guess correctly

At these times

I wonder

What am I

If nobody knows what I am?

If I am a mashed up collection of colors

Then am I anything at all?

But I brush these thoughts away

Because who cares if people know what I am

I know what I am

I am art