As a painter grows restless, he searches for new ideas, new perspectives, and simply a new design in which to enrich his masterpiece. If everyone deemed artistic, t his world would sparkle as melting ice does. Unfortunately, the work isn't encompassed with wonderful civilians, but mere humans trying to make their own masterpiece, in which one doth call "lovely." A drunkard gazing into his empty shot glass, a daughters blackened eye, or even a older mans long black beard are some masterpieces to each individual creator. No one should try and pretend something they are not. So to spin around should unleash oneself from the fragile grasps in which you hold yourself lazily, and turn your works or art to make their own work, without your reflections shadowing any production.