Art does not praise itself in any way.
It is merely there.
Protected.
Never meant to be tainted
By just any person's hands.
Yet this view is wrong,
For they are unfinished pieces.
As time passes
Most of the paintings will find the artist who completes them,
While a few will be destroyed in the process.
The untainted, untouched is what I desire,
For I am also an imcomplete piece.
I paint others
Helping them become complete.
All I'm looking for
Is the artist that will complete me.