I saw him actively at work. The paint was new and the canvas different. The strokes unique with a hint of familiarity. Colors unusual and conspiring to form an unknown allegiance.
Yet the final painting was nothing but familiar. Merely a collage of color betraying his signature and his underlying fate. He put it carefully and delicately to be a permanent part of his collection. And I just observed, with a bizarre understanding of why he paints what he paints.
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