Paintings have their own secrets

“I notice you have a fondness for the color red.”

“Yes, I’ve got quite a bit of that hue,” she replied with a playful smile, closing the door behind her. “To be honest, I’m surrounded by it all the time. The color itself is lovely, and its various shades look stunning on canvas.” She approached me and handed over the keys to the front door.

I gave her a nod of gratitude and put the key in my pocket continuing to examine paintings. I had a question in my head, maybe it’s not all her paintings? Maybe she’s just passing them off as her own? How is it possible for one person to draw so well in different genres?

“You may have noticed that all my paintings are different and in a way unique.”

There was a voice on the side of me. I turned around and saw my new friend sitting on the gouger and watching me view the paintings. Interestingly, I didn’t even hear her go over there, I must have been so wrapped up in my mind that I didn’t hear it. It made me uncomfortable that she would notice me thinking that.

“Well, yeah, I got that idea when I was looking at them. ” it was very uncomfortable to admit it.

She laughed at me.

“It’s okay, everyone thinks so, but there are little secrets in these paintings.” She got off the windowsill and walked out into the middle of the room. ” Many of them are painted by my new friends. I have a custom to seal our acquaintances, I make people paint their paintings. They pick any sketch and decorate it however they want. And then I keep it for myself, so it’s a little reminder of this person, if, for example, my life with him is over. “

Listening to all this, I looked at all the surrounding paintings again, and it all made sense. Each has his own vision of things and ability to draw, so the pictures are so different. How did she come up with that idea?

“Do you want to paint one of my paintings?” she turned to me with excitement. Her eyes were burning, and there was happiness and some madness. But it didn’t bother me, because all the creative people are a little crazy.

“Can I do that? Are you sure? I take it as an honor to be part of your collection”

She screamed for joy and ran to me. She grabbed my shoulders, she started jumping in the beginning and then twisting me around saying, “Pick anything, there’s everything for you.”

In this twisting state, I looked at an sketches with some flower in the field. And I yelled” Stop I found!”