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A great artist was given a paint brush from his wife for a present.
\nHe held the brush in his hands and because she had given it to him felt great magic in it,
\ninspiration filled him and drowned out all other thoughts.
\nShe said “You have never painted me”
\nHe looked at her and said “I will then if you wish”
\n“I do wish it”<\/p>\n
How shall I paint her? to much to encompass on one canvas
\nHow shall I pose her? beautiful from every angle
\nHow shall I decide her colors? all colors flatter her
\nHow shall I begin? it is to much<\/p>\n
The artist retired to his studio to begin what he thought his greatest project of all.
\nHe placed his canvas upon his easel.
\nHis paints ready, the brush in his hand full of power.<\/p>\n
I must paint my wife to make her happy
\nI must make sure she is beautiful in her own eyes
\nI must be sure this is my greatest work
\nI must decide how to start<\/p>\n
The hours ticked by
\nThe sun soon slipped away making room for the moon and stars
\nThe hunger that grew inside soon became forgotten
\nThe sleep so needed was ignored<\/p>\n
Eventually the brush was laid\u00a0down to rest.
\nThe studio abandoned without its great work being done.<\/p>\n
The canvas called out
\nThe artist ignored it
\nThe wife was disappointed
\nThe artist ignored it
\nThe pride of man cried out as it drowned in failure
\nThe artist ignored it
\nThe urge to scream raged inside
\nThe artist ignored it
\nThe voice inside said “but you are a great artist”
\nThe man denied it.<\/p>\n
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