The most beautiful I have known have been the most fragile.
I once crafted a mask for a woman. It was most delicate, ornate and beautiful.
I smiled when it was finished because it came out much better than I had imagined it would be.
Years of trial error and mediocrity came before it.
In the past they have given me acclaim but I knew my work.
However when I went to place it in a shipping container I twisted it ever so slightly it disintegrated and glittered to the floor. There I was with face aghast and hands wide open. Nothing moved except the soul of my creation transforming into a memory. “Damn I took no photos.” I thought. The empty eyes of my creation showed no fear in transition. In slow motion their empty holes looked at me at first with question then with amazement at their new adventure. I believe in some corner of my mind I envy d them.