Do you ever feel like a small painting admits a wall of grand beauty? Arts from so many years past and near, important and appreciated.
Because I do, I feel perhaps I may not be a painting, yet an unfinished one. And as an unfinished piece of art I can grow and improve myself into something like those incredible arts. But I can always worsen and loose the audience I striven for, the eyes I wanted so bad.
But then again, art is subjective and those who enjoy me, will really care for me, will really believe I can be up there with the arts, maybe I to can be considered art.
