The Stories Within the Canvas

 “It’s amazing” she said as she peered over his shoulder as he worked on the canvas.

He turned around to face her, the sunlight from the window hitting his eyes and changing them into honey brown.

“What is it” he asked confused.

“The painting!”

He turned to the canvas, tainted fingertips holding the paint brush.

“It is art, sure it’s amazing. But it’s more than that. There are stories here- in every stroke of the brush, in every line traced across the canvas, in every colour especially chosen in every hand that painted it and in every eye that beholds it. There’s a story there, an emotion far difficult to decipher in just a glance. A story of how the universe conspired for this very moment to exist in the fabric of existence.”