There once was a painter, named Color, who was out
of inspiration. He searched and searched, but nothing came. After months
of thinking, he finally got an idea. He remembered, from his childhood,
his parents telling of a place called “the field of color.” The field of
color was a place that was said to be beautiful, so beautiful that it
looked better that paradise. He wanted to be the first painter who
painted the field of color.
That afternoon Color decided to head to the center of the town to see if
anyone knew about the field. Once in town, he recognized one of his
friends. “Leonardo, Leonardo di Vinci!” he called to his fellow artist
“Hello dear friend, what latest artistic piece of yours are you working
on?” answered Leonardo. “I would like to know if you know where to find
the field of color?” asked Color.
“Color? Have you gone mad?!? The field of color is just a myth for
children! But, if you really want to know what I know, I will tell you
this. Our crazy friend Vincent Van Gogh tells me he knows. I wish you
luck, Color, in hope that if you don’t find it, you will be sane again,”
answered Leonardo with a thousand emotions.
“No, I will find the field and prove to you that it exists!!!” Color
turned his back on his friend and headed to Vincent’s house.
He rang the doorbell. Ding dong. The door opened and Vincent appeared.
“Hello?” he said. “Hello, Vincent, it's Color, your friend. I would like
to know if you know where the field of color is,” Color asked worriedly
after his encounter with Leonardo.
“Well of course, I know where it is! It’s on the other side of the
mountain about a day’s travel. It’s too late to go now. Why don’t you
pack up your stuff and stay here for the night; you can leave at the
first sign of sunlight.” Vincent answered all his questions before he
He packed the stuff he needed: a canvas a paint brush and color paint.
Soon after he went to sleep.
It felt as though barely a second had passed when he woke up, ready for
his long trip. He wrote his friend a note, not wanting to wake him up,
and left on his journey. The first decision was either to go around or
over that mountain. He decided the mountain was wider than it was high,
so he would climb. Plus, it wasn’t a very steep slope.
The journey was long and hard; it was either hot or cold. But just when
he was about to give up, he reached the top and saw the magnificent
field of color extended in front of his eyes.