Artist and his art

An artist sat in his room for a long time. A very long time. His mother was worried and came up to his room to check up on him. What are you doing? The artist looked away from the window and glanced at his mother in a dreamy state, obviously. There was no word. Do you need some food and water? Nodded slowly, the artist said yes. After she went out of his room, the artist closed the door.

For seven days, it went on like this. The door opened at last. there was a beautiful painting on the wall. The artist was so tired. His mom brought him some food and water like the past seven days. After the meal, the artist went on sitting in his room like the past seven days. His mother was worried. What happened to him? The artist stopped looking at the window. He now just stared blankly into the art he created. Still in a dreamy state. Do you want to go out? No. Would you like to watch a movie? No. It's Pete on the phone. Not interested. Don't you want to go out and bath in the sunlight? No. Why do you keep looking at the painting? ...

The hair grew, the bear grew, the nails were long. Mom was mad. She went into the room and smashed the painting! Why! What is it about the painting?! What are you doing to yourself? Look at you! You abandoned your friends, your life, you family, and yourself! Look at you! She stepped on the painting and stampeded on it! The artist was shocked by his mother's action! The sharp, high pitched voice shot through his ears! He jumped out of his seat and stood there. I was dreaming! Why do you shatter the only dream that I've ever had! But I don't understand! Your dream was to become an artist! No, No! My dream was to paint and die in it! What was that you were painting? Don't say another word! You ruined my dream, you ruined it! The artist sank on the floor, trying to recover the painting.

It was a girl on a sofa with a cat besides her. She was playing with the cat. The cat was so comfortable, he lied on his back and let her smooth through the soft belly. She sat side way on her lap and looked at the cat with a smile like there was no other person around. It was a red sofa, a yellowish wall with green curtain. A dim lit light, enough to show the colors but not enough to twist them. The cat was like purring. It almost felt like the purring sound was coming out of the painting.