Your art has travelled the globe yet you wouldn’t know. You are long gone in history yet your voice lives on.
I hum a tune and imagine you there with your paints and easel. I imagine you contemplating with your hand on your chin. Then your skilled hand caresses the canvas. With a laden brush you apply paint and a masterpiece is born.
If only you knew how your work has traversed through time. Your painted voice signals through millenia.
Today I become lost in the chambers of the art gallery as art blends and my heart soars. Thank you for creating a masterpiece that continues on.