By Bruce Farrow NLP Master Trainer on March 5, 2015
The woman sat in the art gallery and stared at the pictures on display.
She loved art and had a great feel for colour and how a painting should look and what it represented to her in her mind. It was a gift.
To her art was an escape from the realities of her life. It had been full of ups and downs and she had had some good times and some bad times. She had always been a good person, yet this had not been enough for some people. She had given so much in her life and she was tired. She had never had ‘everything’ in place. If she had one thing then something else had been missing and if when she got ‘that’ then something else went from her life. Why couldn’t she have everything at one time? She had done her best and many people admired her and others had been jealous of her talents. It was a life full of opposites. She had followed the rules and they hadn’t delivered happiness in its entirety.
The painting in front of her was by one of the most famous impressionists. She loved the ambiguity in the style and the way everything was illuminated in that special way. However, in her opinion, the colours did not work to her taste. There was something even mildly irritating about the hues and the tones. She couldn’t put her finger on it, yet it wasn’t right.
Next to it hung a Turner. Now that lacked the style of the impressionist yet the colours were better. The attention to detail spoiled it in a certain way for her although she respected the skill of the artist and the fine brushwork.
A Constable was next, she could spot them easily and the look of a Constable was unmistakable. The way he had depicted the landscape was quite outstanding yet, once again, whilst admiring the overall look of the painting, it didn’t really ‘do it’ for her. A nice painting with plenty of good quality, and landscapes were not really her thing.
The Hockusai hanging to the right of the Constable, drew her attention. It was called “The Wave” and the energy from the picture was on another level. She studied the brushwork and how it depicted the power of the wave. The tones were great yet there was something in the depth of the colours that disappointed. Obviously a great artist, yet it didn’t really do it for her.
She pondered how in a row of paintings by great artists, there were none that were to her exact taste. Sure, she could admire elements, but had been disappointed how there was always something in the picture that let it down. Surely in all the master pieces created by such famous artists, there must be a picture that spoke to her on every level?
As she stared into space, her eyes were drawn to the frame hanging next to the Hockusai. It was a picture of a woman, sitting, looking sad. The colours were exquisite, perfect tones and the woman’s skin in the picture literally glowed with vitality. She studied the eyes. A faraway look had been captured so wonderfully by the artist, a look of sadness and she wondered what had caused the sadness for the subject. She then started to inspect the rest of the painting. The subject was sitting forlornly, yet her beauty was apparent. The artist had captured the perfect neck, lines that swept downwards, slim and elegant. The detail in the hands was amazing. He had drawn the girl with small hands, perfectly formed, resting in her lap.
The woman’s gaze was drawn back to the subject’s face and the incredible beauty that the artist had captured. The deep, soulful eyes, the incredible form of the slim lips and the nose that seemed just right for the rest of the face. The skin shone with a hint of olive, such lustre. The artist had framed the stunning face with dark fine hair which accentuated the high cheekbones.
Finally the woman stopped analysing the details of the painting and took in the whole of it and she realised then something that was amazing. This was the perfect painting of the perfect subject. The incredibly talented artist had found and painted the most beautiful woman in the world. Where he had found someone of this beauty was thought provoking. Had he actually painted someone or had he ‘made’ it up. Perhaps he had used some artistic licence, because surely there was no female on the planet that perfect. That must be it.
As she took in the whole of the picture the woman decided on two things. Firstly, whoever the artist was, he was surely, in her opinion, the best artist ever to walk on this earth to create such perfection, and secondly, the lady in the picture was the most beautiful woman ever seen. The whole picture was perfection and the woman loved it. She had finally found a piece of art that spoke to her. She had finally found a piece of art that was just perfect at every level. A feeling of happiness ran through her veins.
She wished they had put a label by the picture with the artist’s name, yet there was none. Not to worry, she was incredibly happy that she had seen such a thing of beauty. Such a privilege.
The woman stood and wandered out of the gallery, lost in her thoughts and reflections, and, just as she exited the room, a cleaner entered and inspected the gallery.
She dusted the Constable and the Hockusai gently with her feather duster and then she noticed something in the frame next to the Hockusai. She rummaged around in her bag of cleaning materials for a rag, and, having found a suitable clean cloth, she carefully polished away the smudge . . . on the mirror.
Bruce Farrow NLP Master Trainer conducted NLP trainings for 15 years before going into semi-retirement in 2016. He now teaches advanced Presentation skills to corporate presenters around the globe.
During his NLP trainings, Bruce Farrow NLP Master Trainer, developed a reputation for designing and telling metaphors for the purpose of change and this website is just some of the stories he wrote.