the picture of everything

Chapter 1: The Picture of Everything, from The Painter Who Lived Inside the Painting / Not Art Theory by Everybody the Artist

A long time ago, there was a painter who painted a picture of everything.

And I do mean everything.

In this great and wonderful painting, there was every every mountain, forest, desert, and ocean.

The sun was there too. So was the moon. The sky held every cloud, and each star was in its place.

From the tallest trees to the tiniest seeds, every plant was painted.

Every creature, too. The fish swimming in the sea, the birds soaring in the sky, even the little bugs that live under rocks.

The painter painted everything, whether great or small.

The painter painted everyone too.

every one. Every where. all…

…It took a very, very long time.

The canvas was so vast that you could walk for days, no for years, and never find its edge.

And The work was so flawless that No matter how closely you looked, you’d never see a brushstroke.

At last, the day came when the painter was finished. They put down their brush, leaned back in their chair, let out a long, contented sigh…

…and drifted into a deep, well earned sleep.

When they woke up, it was already very late. The painter stood, packed away their brushes and paints, took one last proud look at their masterpiece…

…and then, without even realizing it, The painter turned, and stepped onto a painted path…

…and walked straight into their painting.

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