The painting sat in its corner, alone and untouched for years. Never had it been finished, yet in a way it was. The beauty, the liveliness, the joyous expression in the face of the child whom this artist had endeavored to portray—all of this—if you looked at it for very long—would seem to come alive. The cheeks would flush with excitement, the eyes would dance in merriment, and the upturned lips looked as if they were about to laugh. Though a few small areas on the likeness were still unfinished, on the whole, the happy little creature was very well drawn. In fact, it was so nicely done that not one could find fault with it. Do you wish to know who the young child in the portrait is?
Wrote this when I was 11? 12? I don't know if I'll continue it, but if you have suggestions, inspirations, thoughts, i would love to hear them.