"Wow a shooting star," Daniel thought to himself. "I guess that means I need to make a wish. Hmm lets see." Mr. Richards sighed and gazed into the window deeply. "I wish I could go to the cemetery to put flowers on my wife's grave." He looked around suspiciously as if he had said something forbidden. Daniel wondered if the whole complex saw that star. Suddenly Mr. Richards had a burst of creativity. He walked swiftly to the study. Daniel began to paint not for a client or for a particular children's book, but for himself.
This painting was unlike anything Mr. Richards had ever painted before, more detailed, bolder colors, and intense darkness. It was a fountain in the middle of a square with people all around. the fountain was round had three tiers with water falling off of each tier. The whole square revolved around the the fountain, the brick sidewalk was organized to circle the fountain and large storefront buildings were all facing toward it, the center of life. The fountain had fake candles floating in the water illuminating the whole square. the image was so vivid you could see even how the light would the surrounding faces and stores.
When Mr Richards was finally done he signed his name at the bottom right corner and waited for it to dry. Once it was dry he flipped the canvas over to the back and wrote The Maitland.
This painting was unlike anything Mr. Richards had ever painted before, more detailed, bolder colors, and intense darkness. It was a fountain in the middle of a square with people all around. the fountain was round had three tiers with water falling off of each tier. The whole square revolved around the the fountain, the brick sidewalk was organized to circle the fountain and large storefront buildings were all facing toward it, the center of life. The fountain had fake candles floating in the water illuminating the whole square. the image was so vivid you could see even how the light would the surrounding faces and stores.
When Mr Richards was finally done he signed his name at the bottom right corner and waited for it to dry. Once it was dry he flipped the canvas over to the back and wrote The Maitland.
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