FACULTY OF ART POLITICS

In halls where canvas dreams collide and play, The politics of art can twist the brush away. With whispers veiled in charm, ambition's light, Each palette hides a shroud, obscured from sight. The critic's hand can sculpt the fates we claim, In shadows lurk the whispers of the game. For every kindred soul who seeks to share, A rivalry may bloom, bringing despair. The colors blend, yet clash in fierce disputes, While visions fray, insecurity recruits. Beneath the gaze of judges, smiles can wane, In this gallery of power, few remain. Yet still, we paint our truths amid the strife, In every stroke, we craft a piece of life. So let us gather vision, hope, and grace, And find our strength together in this space.