Joseph Wilson was an artist. Whether it was playing music, or painting, he poured his heart and soul into his art. Each piece held something special, something personal. He could paint the exact same thing again, but it would never have the same feeling, the same emotions.
Which is why he always refused when his mother and friends offered to set up an art exhibition for him. They said his art was so beautiful, it should be shared with the world. But he wasn't ready. They were for him, his family and friends to enjoy, that was enough for now.