But my wanderings eventually led me straight up to it.
How could I have missed this beautiful work?
It seemed alive, yet its life was muffled by a brown haze.
As I stepped closer a face emerged, staring back at me.
It was not a bad face, In fact I think I liked it.
It had creases where it smiled,
But its deep eyes reflected the knowledge
That there were many things of which it was ignorant.
I could see its whole life.
The struggles in hardship, Happiness found in the sun,
Fear of the future, or was he just questioning it?
I've heard that Art is "capturing emotion
And thrusting it upon the observer. Forcing him to identify with it"
This painting then was true Art, For I had seen all of me in it.
My failings, accomplishments, victories and defeats,
I saw my everything.
Pulling away from the grasp of the colors I noticed a plaque below it.
And read.
"God's Temple (In A Mirror)"
-pangun
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