The interviewer had asked him such an innocent question: what drew him to paint landscapes? He could have waxed poetic about his many artistic influences or something equally pretentious and believable. But he would always remember the last portrait he'd painted. The one he never looked at. Because it hurt.
Long lost love? Missing family member? Beloved deceased pet? I don't know, the painting could be anyone š¤
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