Art; it's the purest thing I've ever known.
Yet, I'm still here walking in the shadow of your ghost.
No matter my sweat and hard work, I could never compete with your artwork.
But I'll push myself beyond mediocre.
Prove myself worthy of the title expert.
I'll let images pervade my mind, demiurgic envisions strive for a space inside.
My canvas still clean and blank,
I'm sitting silent, in a static state.
"Work with your mistakes, never try to erase."
You still inspire me to do whatever it takes.
I was passed down your trait,
Now it's my turn to step up to the plate.
Hands cramped but I can bare the pain.
Painting creations, finding new inspirations.
We the artists; the dying prophets.
~SPG
