Where Art Is Made
We are builders, makers, hopers, doers.
From clunkers and junkers,
out of shards and clay,
we shape and frame, sort and stir.
Each of us turning grime into gold.
Against fence and lock,
a door swings, a window opens,
a sunflower reaches for a fresh day.
Everything is always growing.
Dirt dusts places not yet alive
and in this gravel of possibility,
we honor the old and worn, the faded and frail,
know that good bones are worth holding.
Deep against rock, trains clack and roll,
we press into paper, scissors and paint,
splattered, gathered, mixed.
With each ding-ding-ding, solid freight
floats our dreams and we clatter, wide awake
in dark, in light, in love and hope.
The day opens, the sky widens, you are here.
Hand in hand, arm in arm, each grip
is a dare to you declared:
Breathe, work, sear and sculpt.
Sew and hold, paint and saw.
Mix and mingle. Break rules, break ground.
Create your self, your world, your now.
On the bridge of progress, we dance and dive,
wonder, wander, taste and make.
With each how and why and what next?
we dig in and reach out
to build in the mind,
a step, a ladder, another sky.
Let’s scaffold the unknown.
In every thing, promise.
— Drew Myron
I love a good collaboration, and this special project brought together all my faves: image, sound & words.
"Where Art Is Made," by Futuristic Films, celebrates the many makers who continue to shape and define the River North Art District (RiNo) in Denver, Colorado. Conceived by Tracy Weil, RiNo's Co-Founder/Creative Director, the film features the spoken word talent of Toluwanimi Obiwole, Denver's first Youth Poet Laureate (2015), and an original poem by Drew Myron (me!).
As we celebrate National Poetry Month, this artful blend is proof that poetry lives in everything, everywhere, every day.