Years Pass by, and the Painting Becomes Familiar
Years would pass by, and the painting was just there quietly in man’s house. Not flashy nor distinctly eye-catching, it had a unique quality to it that made it seem such an integral part of his space. Sometimes friends and family members passing through comment on its unusual style or the faded colors that made this painting very abstract yet seriously soothing. However, no one had thought it might be worth anything at the time and the man himself hadn’t ever considered it as being any more than some sort of interior design.
As it painted its way into his mundane existence he began to become fond of it. He grew to like the personality that the painting provided his small sitting room: it was so different from the other furniture in that place. He saw something every time he looked at it. This was then a different angle, an overlooked detail, fresh interpretation. It really was as if the painting unfolded itself to him progressively in his lifetime, enabling him to develop closer associations with this painting. He generally thought of what might have been written in the minds of the artists behind this abstract painting image.
Soon, it had become part of his routine. He no longer thought about the origin or who painted the pictures but about the soothing presences they brought into his life amidst constant changes. Peace blinked through familiarity; he continued along, without ever explicitly appreciating how quietly complex it was without even knowing that it was so much more than an ordinary painting. This quiet painting, which he had picked up on the spur of the moment, soon revealed itself as a keeper of a secret that would change everything in his thinking about art as well as his life.
