The artist set up his easel in preparation for a master-piece to be created. he thought a minuet in his head. "When I was a young boy, my father worked as a blacksmith up in the country area with rows of oversized mole hills setting the sun at dusk."ÃÂ the artist thought. His gentle hands picked up a paint brush from his pocket. he dipped the brush in a puddle of green, then in a puddle of yellow. he clashed the two colors together witch made a dull green. he brought the paintbrush to the easel and blotched numerous streams of that dull green on the bottom and around the sides. Once dried, (which didn't take long) he dipped his brush in the bowl of clear water. The small ripples carried the excess color to form circles of green. It swirled around inside the bowl like rushing river. Next he picked up a fatter bristled paint brush and dipped it in the bright yellow mixing it with a chocolate brown.
he stroked the brush across the page and close to the bottom. After numerous time of doing so, a dirt road appeared in the picture. I looked lighted by the sun, yet had splatters of that chocolate brown near the sides of the road. he dipped the paint brush in the water. More ripples moved along with the residual paint polluting the now green water. It was time to some civilization in the land on her easel. he held his paint brush in his hand. His pointer and his thumb fingers held the paint brush in place. he dipped his thin bristled paint brush in the light blue. he carefully stroked the paint across a small section in the landscape horizontally. he didn't stopped painting until what appeared to be a blue cube with a blue triangle on top. he then dipped her brush in the water, forming a new mucky blue color. he took a fine tipped brush an made brown lines across the blue cube and triangle. His paintbrush became his magical wand. It could bring images to life. he swished his wand on the easel more and more. This time adding dashing colors of red, green, pinks, browns, and yellows. Remembering his past, he drew a man who wore a white shit. The man was faceless, for "faces don't always need a name,"ÃÂ he used to say.
At the moment of completion, he strode his eyes into the picture. The pink shed with a brown and white cat brought a bit of happiness. The geese, ducks, and goats roaming freely gave a distinct feeling of an unorganized man or woman who owned the animals. The shadowed trees along the mounds of hills gave a mysterious appearance. A woman with a long pink skirt and a man with a cane reminded him of the story of how his parents met. The multi-colored flowers that grew in that area brightened the picture. The blue barn with the closed blue doors became a mystery as well. What was in those doors? The painting was finally done. he spilled the brown mucky water in the sink. he threw there remains of her paint that were oozed onto her pallet into the trash can. The colors fell of the pallet and mixed with the other waste that fed the trash can. In the bottom right hand corner of his painting, he took some gold paint and signed his name. When the picture was put up for auction, it was sold for $300. The name K. Rodko was written on the painting in the bottom right hand corner of it.