Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

Someone set the sky on fire. Just now—
in those grey-dark moments before the day begins, a match was struck, a tiny ember glowing.

In minutes it flared into a red-hot blaze, burning through the eastern clouds.

Pastels spread, yellow, orange, red, indigo, violet— a spectrum spilling wide.

No gavel will ever fall on this masterpiece. The artist sketched it in a breath, then cast it into being, a gift to his greater creation.

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