"I paint what I see and not what others like to see."
That's what my pal said. I might as easily have said it myself, though, because neither one of us cared a fig for what other people thought.
We were so alike that, to some ears, we even sounded the same. We did have our differences, though. He loved nothing more than to contemplate the delicate pink of a woman's flesh, while I preferred to stand in the garden, nursing the blues.
That was a long time ago now.
Memory fades, details blur.
I remember this: We both despised the inside world of the Salon, with its stuffiness and accumulated dust.
So we decided to start a revolution.
Give us the fresh air, we cried.
Give us the out-of-doors!
There is color.
There is movement.
There is life!
Given how we saw the world, I guess it's natural that people should mistake my pal for me and vice versa. We were in the same boat, really.
But I'm the one who ended up on it.
Big shot: http://tinyurl.com/swiws-14
Photo and idea contributed by WSB member mirabile.
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