During the exhibition, I met Silvia in the crowd. She'd been walking about the exhibition hall, looking at paintings from other artists as our parents, along with the other well-known artists they were exhibiting with talked to the journalists, critics and spectators alike. It was about eight in the evening now. The exhibition had started at four in the evening and wasn't going to end till ten.
"Are you bored?" Silvia asked me when I came to stand beside her. She was wearing a plain green dress with boots, and her curly hair was braided back in two rows.
"Somewhat," I said, answering her question while looking up at the painting titled River Goddess. It was done in watercolor, and the fluid nature of the medium went well with the composition — especially the river background that was d
