It's a Memory not Mural

I was ecstatic about my latest exhibition. I walked to see someone, quite intrigued with one portrait.

It depicted, an abstract painting of a woman on a blue palette. She was an enigma. Like sunshine mixed with a little hurricane. I inhaled those captivating eyes. Every perspective, variation in colour and texture was an innate expression of their emotions.

Henry Ward Beecher quotes” Every artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures”

But alas, for the unworldly it shall remain unknown.
And I defend to say, it’s a Memory not a Mural.