most art

you said i'm going to paint a picture and you sold some furniture to buy some canvas, which you stretched yourself, in the quiet of your empty living room. and for weeks falling into months, you worked on your art, little by little, thinking of the painting every second you were away from it, reasoning all the painstakingly small details you would work and re-work until you have constructed your masterpiece - not so much a summation of life, but a statement to your close friends of how you had spent the past few months mesmerized by the canvas. you will feel good, great, relieved, or disappointed as you look at your painting, unable to realize it as just another picture, but, instead, your creation: something that has acquired meaning only in your dreams. a ghost painting you will be praised for, but misunderstood all the same.