Gibberish Gibberish
You stride across a room, fidgetting; hands on the side, gazing-- wondering why people gather in such an enormous room filled with pieces of clothe, drench in enormous amounts of colors, colors that somehow meshed together to form a picture, framed, and neatly placed side by side along the wall.
As you passed pieces that differ in size, shade, scene and style. Unknowingly, you've come back into a full circle--unsuspectingly you keep coming back to that one frame. That piece of material, that despite of the constant criticism of how it looked and represented; "It is so dull," they whispered, "so sullen," some said. Everyone sees it as a waste of space, that craft seemed to have enchanted you.