Look good in pictures; take so many until you know, you have satisfied that those who will see, what you think is acceptable. You have that moment away from lens, look in the mirror and do not see the person you’ve been taking pictures of. You look a bit closer and see a master piece. Its actually paint splatted on a rainbow canvas. So many have seen but had no idea what they were looking at. They are not art critics, well they have no idea what ART is. They call it a lot of words ugly rubbish they don’t know. They have no art culture, and comes a critic who for a moment seems to know, and makes it so priceless almost like the Queens crown jewels but then, doubts its price and sells to the highest bidder.
Her paint is somewhat like all the other paintings she has met, but hers is unique, beautiful like no other. Those who have had the chance to see this portrait, some thought it was an imitation, seeing a dark dot, not knowing they just had to move it slightly and gently and will see it isn’t a spot but the shadow from a small hole, the sun pierces through to get a glimpse of this portrait. It is like the Monalisa whose facial expression is said to be “enigmatic”, not knowing if she is smiling or frowning. But she knows she is a work of art awaiting that paint critic, who will know she is the original and place her in her own gallery.
She has been in the most amazing, beautiful galleries, oh how beautiful from having her own exhibition’s to sharing with some, not close to her in her beauty. Her beauty being her history. Others history combined could not be compared to what she has been through. From going through the Black-market to being left in the trenches of dark allies, to being in antic stores. She had a book on what people believed to be her history, but they have never gotten her story quite right. They only need to get closer and see her story is on her frame chipped, the quality of the wood, no one else has. She knows how each brush stroked on her canvas. Her painter used different brushes, not magic but special with a history before her. Old brushes with bristles missing, new and old paint and her not having words kept it all with her waiting, for one gifted enough or just one who does see what is there and not what they would want to see. I would love to keep writing but then I would let out all her secrets and her hidden place may be found.
