I used to think poems were boring, then I heard Mary Oliver. I used to think art galleries were dull, then I saw a Van Gogh. I used to think I did not understand modern art then I sat in front of a Rothko.
After, I’d listened, and I’d looked, I thought,
‘It should be simple really; words arranged on a page, blobs of colour on a canvas. What is so hard about that?’