An easel that once lived in a household loved art. He knew all the great pieces of art that were painted by the most famous creators by heart: from Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, to Picasso’s Guernica. So much did he even love examining art, that he knew how to analyze the texture of each painting on canvas, even mentioning the art movement to which each painting belonged. “I’d like to be an art historian one day”, he told the other objects in the household every time they asked him.
As much as he loved painting, however, he had never gotten into the painful process of painting something by himself. Until the day came, when a piece of abstract art came to his attention, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how each color mixed with the others in order to form shapes. “So simple, yet it’s like a dream!”, the easel exclaimed. Soon, however, so jealous did he get that he thought: “Maybe I could paint something like that myself”.
The very next day, he went to the nearest bookstore and bought all the necessary equipment so as to paint something of equal worth to the painting he had seen: colors, brushes, palettes, buckets for the paints, as well as a big canvas on which to paint. He then went back home and started mixing the paints with excitement. A few hours later, and after looking at his finished work, he got really disappointed however, as the colors looked completely disconnected with each other, making no sense whatsoever. So let down was he, that he even thought of quitting.
He then saw a brush that was sitting on a nearby desk, which he knew was a great painter who mixed the colors with great skill so as to make abstract shapes that looked dreamlike.
“I want to learn how to paint like you, yet every time I lay my colors on the canvas, I get no inspiration. What is your secret?”, the easel asked him.
The brush then replied: “I first dream my painting, then paint my dream”.
The easel was very troubled to hear it, as he had not yet thought of painting the dream. So he locked himself up in his room and started looking through tons of books with photographs of famous paintings which indeed looked like somebody had dreamed of. The same night, even, and as he was sleeping, he happened to dream a beautiful piece of abstract art, filled with vibrant colors that were mixed in ways he had never even possibly imagined. So the next day, filled with excitement, he started mixing the colors and laying them on the canvas once again.
Many hours later, and after putting a lot of effort on his creation, he summoned to other objects in the household to present them his work: he had painting a painting so dreamlike that was fit for the best galleries in the world. So proud did he get, that from that day on never left the brush from his hand.
Rumor has it, that when the easel grew up, he found a job in the National Gallery in London where he works to this day as an art restorer....