"When an artist passes away, some bits of him start living in his works. till the time he was alive, he was this other self, roaming around the streets of this world, but now that he is dead, his works take an inner glow, as if they hold some bits of his soul... shining from behind the canvas and the frame, in a soft, translucent glow."
Posted as a comment on this post by my blogger-senior Ennyman, http://ht.ly/2MWTM . thought it was good enough for an individual post :) tell me if you liked it.
