Art is not without sacrafice.

 

This is a short story of a lonely painter who is obsessed with being a great only to be constantly disappointed. 

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It all changes when she asks for divine intervention and in a cruel answer looses her hand.  With all hope lost she reaches a desperate low, only to find new hope as she battles through her frustrations to learn to paint with her left hand. 

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She paints the very hand she lost with her remaining hand, and it is ironically this painting that now hangs among the greats and is recognised as a masterpiece.