I wonder who gave him those tubes.
Didn't he care?
So many of them,
Not one single cap.
Divine colors,
So powerful.
What happened?
I think he had a lover,
She came everyday with a new gift,
How many different colors did she get?
9 months worth.
One day she vanished,
Pregnant.
He burnt his studio and left, to find her.
Pigments were protected by ashes,
Forgotten,
Until yesterday.
He?
He became a happy father.
Me?
I salvaged those tubes and started painting with oil.
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