The artshow has come, the artshow has gone
The questions been asked so how was it done
Do you give away the breath that breathes the colors and lines
The relentless hours of making them become
The children of recognition on a canvas and mask
Till you take them down the very last
How can you canvey the way you see
The shapes that some will be
The questions keep asking
Was it paint or masking
The show is gone but the questions they rear
And still you hold the idea so dear
Until the next show...and the VERY next question
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