Viewers moved on, but I stood there, hypnotized by your landscape and your indescribable talent. I think the fact that you had painted it at all, that you had remembered our time together, made me happier than I’d been in a long time. I was proud of you that day. I shook your hand firmly, if you recall, and said, right in front of everyone, “That’s the best damn picture I’ve ever seen, boy. You shonuff got a gift!” I should’ve said more. Should’ve hugged you freely and rubbed your head. Or something.
