All this time I've sat in front of you,
Shown you my offerings to this world.
Specks of color here, lines of life there.
All combined to show you a unique story, unlike any other.
It's a story of life, simplicity, error, failings, and successes.
Out in the open for all to see, free admission for the critics and admirers of this world.
The theme has been done, over and again through time,
The colors used before, and rhythm noted from the past.
Unlike the tales of today, this one will only remain as long as the author keeps it present.
It is not digital. It is not downloadable.
It is nothing that can be stored on a stick to be easily forgotten,
just as it was so easily stored.
It it a piece of canvas, with colors once vibrant,
Used to tell a tale that with time, the elements and abandonment
Have slowly started to erode the once beautiful imagery it had to offer.
The story that it told, slowly fading from the memory of our instant lifestyle.
Look further though.
Look into the colors. The old and flaky palette of this painters work.
The tale may not be so colorful as once was before,
But the message is still there.
Of what can be seen is part of a bigger world that is not only offered on the surface of this canvas.
Flip it over and a message awaits.
Tucked behind the hours and emotions of this art,
Lays a simple note folded behind this junction of thought and progress.
Take a second and read delicately.
Just leave it folded up where you found it.
The message is simple, yet different for all,
While still explaining everything in a few worlds.
Approach it with care and respect,
For just as we all have our own portraits we work on,
Our notes left hidden below the surface of our art,
Is what lasts eternal.
