The summer days were fading and the town bade its final adieu to that carefree season by hosting their annual festival at the school's grounds. Though an informal event, its setting afforded artists, craftsmen, and performers to come together to display their talents to their neighbors.
Something caught Scott's eye. It was a canvas covered with a bunch of blobs and splotches, yet, the soft muted earth tone colors presented a sense of tranquility. Perhaps that was what appealed to Scott about this painting. He wondered if a state of calmness could exist in chaos.
"Do you like this painting"? the petite brunette asked. "What do you think was on the artist's mind as it was being painted"?
Giving her the once over and liking what he saw, Scott did his best to remain somewhat neutral, "It is quite interesting in form and color. Perhaps the artist was conveying harmony ... how different elements can be at peace with each other."
"Actually, I was thinking of nothing...just using up excess paint," the petite brunette replied.
Scott's eyes widened. "You're Jill Jackson, the artist"?
Jill put on her perky smile and nodded affirmitively.
"But I thought...ummmm...that..."
"I let my hands converse with the paint and give someone else the opportunity to interpret their conversation. I never inform the public of my private thoughts. The canvas is the keeper of my secrets."
That afternoon, Scott was given an eyeful and an earful of a new world to be explored. He was intrigued by this artist and her humbleness in granting the public discretion in the interpretation of her work. He felt an urgency to discover everything about her.
Jill's artistic eye immediately saw the depth of character and good will in Scott. She saw a treasure trove of inspiration to be splashed on a variety of blank surfaces.
And as their perspective of each other intersected, sparks flashed in each other's eyes.
Summer may have been coming to an end, but a season of love was just beginning to bloom. It didn't have to be portrayed on canvas...their glowing expressions said it all.
Something caught Scott's eye. It was a canvas covered with a bunch of blobs and splotches, yet, the soft muted earth tone colors presented a sense of tranquility. Perhaps that was what appealed to Scott about this painting. He wondered if a state of calmness could exist in chaos.
"Do you like this painting"? the petite brunette asked. "What do you think was on the artist's mind as it was being painted"?
Giving her the once over and liking what he saw, Scott did his best to remain somewhat neutral, "It is quite interesting in form and color. Perhaps the artist was conveying harmony ... how different elements can be at peace with each other."
"Actually, I was thinking of nothing...just using up excess paint," the petite brunette replied.
Scott's eyes widened. "You're Jill Jackson, the artist"?
Jill put on her perky smile and nodded affirmitively.
"But I thought...ummmm...that..."
"I let my hands converse with the paint and give someone else the opportunity to interpret their conversation. I never inform the public of my private thoughts. The canvas is the keeper of my secrets."
That afternoon, Scott was given an eyeful and an earful of a new world to be explored. He was intrigued by this artist and her humbleness in granting the public discretion in the interpretation of her work. He felt an urgency to discover everything about her.
Jill's artistic eye immediately saw the depth of character and good will in Scott. She saw a treasure trove of inspiration to be splashed on a variety of blank surfaces.
And as their perspective of each other intersected, sparks flashed in each other's eyes.
Summer may have been coming to an end, but a season of love was just beginning to bloom. It didn't have to be portrayed on canvas...their glowing expressions said it all.
