He stared at the canvas for what seemed like ages.
Create an artwork, he was asked, that encapsulated love. For
the season and all.
He could paint famous battles, he could paint fantasy
landscapes, he could go to the furthest points of the galaxy. But love? That
threw him.
He kept starting a painting, he tried painting a couple in
love, a family, a carnal act… None of it gave him the deep seated emotional response
he knew meant a good picture. He just didn’t feel any of them.
So in the end, he settled on his true love.
Himself.
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