They say you put everything into a piece of art
So what if a piece of you is left with it.
And then you are stuck in a room
Constantly surrounded by the same walls
I know I would feel depressed.
And if they painted enough
Enough of there soul would be stuck in a room forever.
Maddening.
Maybe that's also why they appreciated the outside beauty
Because that part of there soul knows what is is like to be trapped
And the shard left is there to take in as much as it can.
Be it a porcelain beauty
Or a thieving crow.
They know they must take it in
And never live like their paintings.
Trapped.