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“Take your time, let the painting move you.” The woman stroke Wither’s chest gently in a circular motion, wrinkling his freshly pressed white shirt. He looked at the painting and then back at the woman. Winther wasn’t sure how a painting could *move* him. After all, it was just there! On the wall! Doing nothing.
“He follows no conventional aspects of the art. He is a true visionary of our time. The stokes are so angry at times. Look at the reds. Do they not speak to you?” With a blank stare, Winther tried to look at the painting and find a meaning. For him it looked like a bottle with red stuff in it. It didn’t have the actual shape of a bottle but it was the closes thing to the shape that was pictured in the painting.
He scratched his head, with a deep sigh the woman left him to his own demise. She flayed her arms to the sides exasperated in the knowledge that Winther was art blind. Was that even a thing? He didn’t know.
It didn’t matter. He was determined to find one painting, only one that he could connect with. His rooms in the castle still had bare walls. His footsteps echoed in the bare space where only a bed, a night table for his lamp and book and a wardrobe kept him company. One of the celestials had told him his room needed a splash of color. When Winther asked what that meant, the celestial told him to go to the Evermore Museum of Contemporary Art.
And here he stood. Small. Stoic. Clueless. In front of renowned works of art that looked to Winther as if a child had painted them.
.Ana had always loved a little color in her life. It made her feel more lively and her room was decorated with a couple of paintings that one did of a French country view, a meadow and one that reminded her of a night sky with stars that brought her a sense of comfort. It obvious ting that what inspiration the painter had for the night sky painting. She had always loved art because of Merissa and having reminders of that made the Celestial happy.
So when she was passing the other Celestial’s room, she glanced around before simply stating that the walls are too bare and then stated that he should check out to museum before simply walking off. She really never had a chance to talk to him before as she never ran into him in the palace but it was the first time she saw him.
So when she saw him at the museum a few nights after she gave him the suggestion, there was a sense of happiness that went through her. She was about to walk up towards him but then saw one of the galleries directors draped all over him. She stayed back and decided to watch the two. Seeing her so passionate and him confused made her want to chuckle but she placed her fingers over her lips to stifle it. As she glanced at the painting she was ranting on about, Ana grimaced and shook her head. It wasn’t her taste but she just shrugged it off as she watched the interaction with an amused smirk.
As the lady ran off, frustrated with her attempt to get him to see something, Ana shook her head before moving to stand beside him. She tilted her head as she looked at the painting more. “I honestly can’t see what she’s talking about either...” she commented.
“I’m glad to see you took my suggestion,” she said as she folded her arms over her chest and looked over to him with a smile. “Maybe you might like this one more,” she said before taking his arm gently and lead him over to one she saw when she walked in.
This one she was showing him wasn’t as abstract as the one the lady ranted on about but it was still nice to look at. It looked like a small meadow with flowers, the colors vibrant enough to make it look tasteful. “It all depends on what you like. I usually find one that reminds me of home,” she said to him before letting her green hues on him.
“I don’t think we ever officially met,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m Anastasia, but you can call me Ana since it’s a mouthful,” she chuckled as she extended her hand towards him.
Winther took Anastasia’s hand, and when he did an uneasy feeling ran through him. As if she was hiding something. Winther didn’t know he had the power of foresight. He was still like a kid with training wheels as far as he knew, thus he was unable to determine what that little glimpse had been all about. As soon as he let go of her hand that feeling went away.
Turning his attention to the painting, Winther shook his head. “Meadows are not my thing. I think I like this one instead.” He pointed to a painting that had the night sky painted in a very unique way. This gave him a great idea. What if he could paint the sky in his room? He didn’t share this with Anastasia. He didn’t know her that well, she may laugh at the idea.
The rest of the celestial s were not friendly to Winther, they left him in the dark. All except for Freya who had helped him from the very start, so he wasn’t about to jeopardize a new friendship by sharing one of his goofy ideas with Anastasia.
They walked the museum, sharing their ideas about the paintings, laughing at how different their likes and dislikes were. When they were done for the day, Winther wanted to show Anastasia how much he had appreciated her time.
“Do you like ice team? I saw a little place around the corner about two blocks away. Since I’ve been in Evermore I have only had ice cream once. I like the rich creamy cold sensation of it. Do you?”
He was doing the glow thing again. Every time his heart was happy, it did that.