This was my favorite masterpiece.
It was beautiful, I mean the structure was almost angelic.
It had the perfect parallel lines.The fact that they never curved I think made it even more of its perfection.
The paint was an excellent choice, the "flirtatious" color red.
Sounds lovely right?
But the red paint was still wet. And continuously ran down what was supposedly angelic, but now just a mess.
A mess to late to start fresh. It had already been created.
My flirtatious color choice had now become deadly,and those perfect parallel lines weren't as perfect as I thought.
But I didn't realize this art wasn't much of a masterpiece until I put the paintbrush down and it was to late.
I guess that's why it was my favorite, because it couldn't be undone!
