“Oh Alex, it’s beautiful,” Elenora whispered.
They were lying in bed, the painting adorning the wall at the end of it. The approaching shadows of night enhanced it.
Four year old Angel was asleep in her bed and three month old Josef in his crib.
Alex sighed in perfect contentment.
“There is so much to see, experience, enjoy and capture, I don’t want to waste a single moment. All I can do is try to reproduce it on canvas, but it takes so much time.”
He sat up in bed.
“I have an idea rolling around in my head, albeit a bit fuzzy. A guy named George is working on something which may have a resounding effect on the art world, so I’m going to have a chat with him later this week”.

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