It began with an oil-painting of a swan. He stared at the canvas, wanted it to be more. So he got a lump of clay and began chipping away, searching for his masterpiece. Weeks and months later, his masterpiece stood before him, a beautiful life-size sculpture of a swan.

Day and night, he obsessively stared at it, admiring it but the more he looked at it, the angrier he seemed to get. It’s not what I have envisioned, he thought, frustrated and threw a hammer at his masterpiece. the swan shattered into millions of pieces.

After that, he paced back-and-forth, “There’s got to be more,” he muttered repeatedly to himself. There has to be a much more perfect form of art.

Then a light went off in his head and he suddenly knew what he wanted to do. Impulsively, he ran out of his apartment to hunt for his perfect medium. Another weeks and months flew by and at last, he stood before his masterpiece with a great big smile. “Ah, magnífico!”

(~172 Words)

I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.