An artist, that’s all Paul wanted to be ever since he could remember. All throughout school, kindergarten to twelfth grade, he turned out pieces of work, from paintings and drawings to sculptures, that ‘wowed’ everyone.
That was over four decades ago, when they said he’d be the one to go places, setting the art world’s trends for his generation. Time, unfortunately, has a bad habit of destroying such tributes and then eventually the individual dream of the one praised so highly.
Today, Paul sits on the hard wood floor of a newly built home, touching up the places where the large construction brushes and sprayers had missed their mark. He’ll go home this evening, far too tired to even think about his own forgotten craft.
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