"The Canvas"

I attended an art gallery full of paintings. As I walked through the gallery, I stumble across a beautiful picture. It was a portrait of a beautiful mansion. It had fifteen windows from the front to the back. There was a small pond in front of the estate as you entered. The fir trees acted as boarder along the driveway.

The mansion was bricked in an ancient brown color. The mansion was eight feet long and six feet wide. The grass was forest green and the pond was full of gold fishes. The pond also was brick layer all around. There was a little patio with two benches for sitting. There were yellow lilies and roses that sat in the front of the entrance of the house.

I wanted to meet the artist, that has this beautiful imagination. The yard was full of rose bushes and I love roses. This is what made me stare so long at the painting. As I stared at the painting, it begin to spin around slowly. The house was turning in slow motion so that you could live in the moment. I wanted to jump into the picture just to venture thru that beautiful estate.

I made an offer on the painting. I felt like it was needing a home and my living room was a great fit. I also wanted a chance to meet the artist. I wanted to know the story behind the painting. The artist wasn't available at the time of the sell. Apparently, he was out of the states.

I got home and took an old picture out of the frame. As I unrolled the canvas it seemed as if it got larger. I realize that the frame is not big enough. I kept unrolling until I walked back towards the door. "What on earth had I bought"! This portrait had a never ending to it. I had to skip the thought of hanging it on the fire place.

I called the art gallery and demand to speak to the merchant. I told them that I want the picture that I purchase not a long curtain. I demand that someone come and help me put it up. I didn't have a frame that would fit this portrait. I needed a drink, my mind was in a thousand places. Nothing made sense in the moment of hanging that picture that I loved so much.

That night I went to sleep, and had an amazing dream. I saw myself stepping inside the picture. I walked up to the mansion and as I walked it was magically turning around. I got to the front entrance and it stop. I stood still and looked at the amazing view of this mansion. The double doors open up and everything was in all white.

I entered the house and the piano begin to play the song, "Ribbon In The Sky". The house was huge inside it had monuments of the ancient goddesses. There was a statue of a beautiful black cat in the middle of the entrance. It had a waterfall that sparkle as it pour down into a bowl. The dinning area was beautiful with diamonds hanging down as chandeliers. The room operated on it's on almost like motion sensors.

I turned around and I woke up. I ran downstairs to see the portrait. I look and saw this huge picture on the wall. I couldn't believe that the picture took up the entire wall. It was like another door to another world. I never hung the picture because I didn't have the tools.

I stared at the picture with an astonishment. The portrait had a bright glow around it. It was pulling me in deeper as I walked further towards the light. I step into the picture as I did in the dream. I saw the mansion turning as I walked to the driveway. I got to the front and the house stopped.

I walked into the house and everything shined like glitter. The monuments begin to move. The black cat begin to stretch out on the rug. The chandeliers were spinning and the music was playing. It was amazing! I looked around and then all of a sudden a man appeared on the steps. He stood there in an all white suit with a big smiled.

He came down the stairs and he took my hand and said, "Hello"! I looked and stared at him. I was curious of who he was and why he was there. I ask him who he was and he responded, "Come with me"! I took his hand and I walk down the hall to the dinning room. There was a breakfast prepared in my honor. I felt like a queen and I needed that.

I was the guest and he wanted to welcome me to the mansion. He asked me how long would I stay. I told him that I was leaving after breakfast. I didn't know who he was but I was hungry. I ask him how was this place possible? I wanted to know who own this mansion.

He took my hand and told me he was the owner of the mansion. He said that he created this portrait as a hide away. The portrait was put in the gallery years ago. He knew the magic that it held and he didn't want to leave. He had everything he needed in this painting. The one thing he was missing was a companion. The day that he saw me in the gallery, he knew I was the one.

He said he saw me staring at the painting. He saw my beauty and wanted to send me a sign. The magic movement in the painting was for me to join him. He sent me the dream so that I can come to the mansion. He said the place was magical and the magic only works when your in the portrait. I finally realize who he was. He was the artist of the portrait.