The story would bring silence to a room. A coveted secret to the deeper curiosity of the painter and his wife. Their harmony envied & emulated,their spirit launching & liberating.

Now the story, completely different, brings awkwardness & anger . For few are unaffected by the impact of change.
The knowledge of something so good & right, being deconstructed without reason. A voluntary death of something fantastic.
Or so it seemed. What appears fantastic can also be cataclysmic at the same time. So too, out of this fracture of indenity new universes unfold.

But there are further consequence. A taint of influence has scarred the reflection of beauty. All those who know, cannot regard a painting without a tug of resentment. To know of the tendencies of ignorance is a disappointing discovery, no matter the gage of genius.