You are art. Is that strange of me to say? You are not yet finished. But there it is. Art.
On the canvas, a background. Blue and grey. Maybe darkness has touched a corner. However, light fills. Just a little right of center. Usually does. It draws the eye to the main subject of the story.
Fine lines and structure. Squiggles and mess. Color. Definition. Mistakes. Corrections. You are not done yet.
Oh, but look at you! A lovely thing of creativity. Completely imperfect. Or should I say, utterly? But perfectly so.
Truly, I can see where this beautiful piece of art is headed. It is already finished in my mind. It takes faith and knowing the artist. He finishes what he starts. Even so, right now … You are already glorious. And soon … even more so.
A work of art. Still in progress. Unfinished, lovely still.