Feeding the Senses and Much More

I can feel the curtain, wanting to drape back to its original position. But I’m compelled to hold it up for as long as I can in order to witness the significance of this moment. The painter and the model are unaware of my presence, which adds to the suspense of looking in. The slightest sound could give me away. So I watch in silence, and in doing so, I become a part of this rare moment. I take in the vibrancy of colors and how they fade into the distance of the room. The curtain is somewhat hiding me, but it is also hiding the window, behind it, that I can’t see. Thanks to the light from that window, I see the dramatic shadows accentuating every detail of material. I can see the model’s expression of happiness on her face. Aside from the painter’s brush, and the heels of both of his shoes, the creaky wooden chair is the most prominent sound. It bounces in the room off of the hard tiled up towards the high ceiling. The smell of aged wood mixed with the smell of fresh air, let in by the cracked window behind the curtain. Every detail continued to add to my experiences. Had it not been for the frame of this painting, the attention to details would have suspended my idea of reality. A comparison leading to a sustainable cause in the eyes of the third person is established here.