From his spot in the gallery he absorbs the works of other artists like a field of corn absorbs the sunlight, like a pretty girl absorbs her image from each and every reflective surface she passes by, he drinks it all in like a thirsty dog who has just had his water bowl filled after spending all day in the hot Sun.
His practiced eye tastes each line, devours every stroke of the brush, each shade of color and as he savors the very last bite, his body ripples with chills and then fed and inspired he begins.
When Festo starts to work every part of his body creates his masterpieces- his eyes, his limbs, his muscles even his smooth light hair. There is no part of Festo that is not creating his art from his spot in the gallery.
The same spot he always sets in when he is about to work because from his spot
the gallery is spread out below him in a cool, colorful field.
Sometimes from below he can hear the patrons, and the other artists say as they look up to him at work:
” That Spider is there everyday. We’ve thought about knocking the webs down- but really they’re not hurting anyone…and they are beautiful. Don’ t you think? “