I have chosen to focus on the painting-aspect of the image. The man in the painting just so happens to be the narrator.
Inspired by a movie…
She loved to paint. She could sit there all day with a canvas propped up on an easel and brushes and paint and you would go about your daily business. By the time you’re finished, a complete painting of you working would be waiting for you. I’ve seen it happen.
Another thing she’s got, photographic memory. I don’t have to stand all day posing. I often told her, “You can be so much more than an artist.”
But, an artist was all she ever wanted to be. “It’s my dream, daddy,” she said to me once, “It’s what I do best.”
What can I do but smile. “Well, you just go do what you do best, you hear, sweet-pea?”
All I ever wanted was for her to be happy. That day, I didn’t know the storm would be so strong that it would rip her from me. I didn’t know she would still be up in her room collecting her paint set. I tried to get her but the wind was too strong and she fell with the house.