
Dilettante
No, master Artist can suffuse life onto canvas, with perfect illusionary brushstrokes or abstract integrity the unique elegance of my memories
The unfathomable warmth of my memories cannot be captured by the gloaming paleness of simulated rainbow mimicry, but only just — with the Illusive pathos of the kaleidoscope tinted innuendo, interned posteriorly onto the lids of my spherules, only just —