When we are born we become artists. Days, months and years are the infinitesimal dots that make up the painting that is our life. We are given supplies. Canvas to paint, pencils to sketch. Expectations of society, propriety and obligation crowd our canvas but nothing can escape the overpaint of a tenacious artist.Those born with finer brushes may not need while those without work hard to get. Some born without prefer to not paint. Society takes over their canvas – the light of their sole dims. Those possessing superior skills face likelihood of paintings unnoticed. Sadness not for the artist but for the society whose eyes never lay witness to such a masterpiece. Some artists lose faith and abandon natural abilities. Sadness for a society who has dimmed and faded the artist’s light -a failure to both artist and citizens.Finer tools does not an artist make. What one produces with the tools they are given should be our focus. We shall strive to create our masterpiece. While honored if shown appreciation we shall not be discouraged if unnoticed. Paint. Most importantly, for yourself. And, maybe, an admirer from afar.