It was in the middle of the wall surrounded by other paintings, worth far more money, by better known artists, but there was something about the painting that caught everyone’s eye who walked past it in the art gallery.
It seemed every color in the rainbow was used, the brightest of orange, the subtleness of blue, the vividness of red, all coagulating to form the most eye catching image, a banquet feast for the eyes.
If one were to say what the painting was of, there were as many interpretations as there were visitors to the gallery.
For some the blue was an ocean, to another’s eye , the sky. The painting could have been turned upside down, and would have lost none of it’s appeal to those gazing upon its visage.
The famous paintings by the likes of Michelangelo and Degas, Picasso, paled next to the small piece of art in their midst. It was as a Blue rose among a row of ordinary red ones.
All eyes were on it, and people went away glad they witnessed it’s beauty.
The painter was a blind five year old boy.