Bral
September 2nd, 2009, 22:56
From a father who lives far away, entrusted two dear friends a painting, “Deliver this to my son.”A masterpiece of care and labor. Countless hours, a tribute of a father's love. From the two dear friends to the man who is the father's son, “your father has given us a gift to deliver to you.” The man receives his gift. With such care he saw was put into it! Extravagant work! Excruciating detail! Such a beautiful scene! He stood admiring his father's craft. He felt a feeling of pride in his father's accomplishment, and deep joy at the gift. “But the framing seems off?” “We've trimmed the edges, once rectangular, so it would fit into our modern circular frame. It is very popular; doesn't it look good?” The man took his gift in a mix of overjoy'edness and a deep hurt. “You trimmed the edges?” The frame was obviously not the frame nor dimensions his father intended for the painting. And it being a color that clashes, he could not understand how his and his father's friends thought it pleasing. The painting was paired with an attached note from the man's father, “I have made this for you, my son, a painting of true expression. Let this painting speak for the warmth I feel as I think about you. Share this with someone you love.” It was so masterfully done. Every detail, line and color, so well placed. He took the painting home. He found the frame so very detracting; the frame retarded his enjoyment of the piece. So much so, in its modification. He removed his father's delicate work from the rounded, popular frame and pane it was so roughly matched to. A tear struck the pane. He went and bought a rectangular canvas, and carefully cut the center out of it, in a circle matching the pattern of the modified painting gifted him. He placed his gift in the center of the freshly cut canvas, and carefully took a paintbrush to the new corners- his abilities nowhere matching his father's artistic expressiveness. He carefully extended the scene to fill the original shape, extrapolating the painting as best he could. Now hung in his home without a frame, a centerpiece. The painting still wears a scar around a parameter; the edges are somewhat disjunct, now too. But this painting is the man's favorite possession. The scene it represents is purely beautiful; it speaks of his father's love. It once again matches the shape his father intended for him to have. The scene, in its entirety, will be shared with the one he loves.
Brallion
Brallion