Masterpiece

This was my first masterpiece.

I remember the moment vividly - I was painting, wondering how to elevate this admittedly brilliant painting into something for the ages.

My brush was dripping - with the cheap purple acrylic paint I bought at Hobby Lobby.
My hands were shaking - as I approached the crudely drawn rip-off of the ubiquitous 70’s smiley face.

Oh, that tortuous, haunting face! So hastily smeared onto the fiberboard found in the trashcan the night before! Discovered in the same precious, loving moment I hurled a disgusting smoothie of pizza and cheap vodka into its recesses.

Oh such resplendent glory!

Such pitiful glamour!

Such repetitive nonsense!

And so then I stopped.

The brush fell from my hands to the floor.

Whereupon it landed on my new suede Ferragamo loafers and ruined them.

But what did it matter?

The painting was done.

Nothing to add.

Nothing to take away.

My first masterpiece.

Masterpiece.