The Art of His Existence
I've never thought about this until now , maybe I've only realized this now for a specific reason , maybe because I've finally learned to read into the simple things in life.
But I've never noticed that the first four letters of the word "painter" is pain.This may seem insignificant and inane but it's important to me . It explains the unexplained. It has taught me that when we are happy , we are out enjoying life , living our lives to the fullest. But the moment we are sad or upset we turn to something that can help express how we are feeling, such as painting , writing, poetry. All forms of art. We only truly become expressive when life goes wrong . And for some, such as myself, that is quite often.
Death is life altering. It changes so many circumstances that we've never even considered.
One death can answer so many questions; even questions Lexis never thought of asking. Lexis' life turns upside down when her muses life falls apart. Her attempt at putting his pieces back together only seems to back fire , leaving an even bigger mess behind.