Swathi's "Artist" is a four-line poem built on a small, curious contradiction. The speaker addresses a "you" who paints their feelings, yet does it "like a non artist," as if they have no training and no confidence in the label. The last two lines go further: this person is "trying to figure out / What art is." So the painting isn't polished or sure of itself. It's a search.
The tone feels gentle and a little affectionate. The speaker doesn't mock the person for being unskilled. Instead, the poem suggests that making something honest out of your emotions might be what art really is, even when you don't think you qualify. The unanswered question at the end leaves a quiet, open mood. We don't get a definition, only the sense that the act of trying matters more. It's a short poem, but it nudges readers to wonder who gets to call themselves an artist, and whether feeling deeply and expressing it is already enough.