"What do you see in this painting?" The art teacher asked and looked around his class.
"I see the twilight sky in hues that I adore!" quickly summed Miss Ceethruit.
In her rich thick accent, Madame-who-wore-her-scarf-a-hundred- different-ways, added, "Ah, for me, it feels like crushed velvet as I drag my hand across it."
"No, no, no! I see murky waters that call me not to swim, I prefer to walk on the sidewalk, that it could also be." Everyone looked at Mr. Concrete who never cracked a smile.
The art teacher asked Rosie to share her point of view, she sweetly replied, "This art inspires me, I wish it were my garden wall that I might grow against it." Everyone rolled their eyes except Mr. Concrete, who thought he stood a chance; he wished she might grow to like him.
"I see a storming sky, full of movement, it seems to soar, swell, and pour sadness." Miss. Chat Noir, often purred around the art teacher’s leg.
The grudge girl in the corner, who seem to wear only black simply said, "Nature’s graffiti." No coloring in her words, it is what it is and that’s it!
Photo: In Italy seven layers of paint and a several century wall and seven is not my lucky number.
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