I live in a world of heartbreak… I just seem to be more creative when I’m in some kind of emotional distress.-Jack Vettriano
There Tracy and I stood in the gallery gazing at the original painting of The Singing Butler. We held hands. Because that made us feel closer. We smelled the salt in the air. We felt it on our skin, and in our hair. We could hear the sound of the surf in our ears. We saw the maid and the butler with the umbrellas, but we held none. We reveled in the rain. The sweet mist that covered our skin with the sea salt in the air. We saw the couple dancing, and their embrace. We couldn’t see her face, but we knew she was ravishing. For how could a man, a simple man in morning clothes want to dance with her on the beach, in the rain? His love for her must have been immeasurable.
So there Tracy and I stood. And felt what they felt. And knew the love that those two dancers knew. For we felt it ever day with the men that loved us. How we wished to be that ravishing, dark haired woman. But then, we already were.
Renee Writes Here 
I related a lot to your comment on wishing to be that dark haired woman. I think it has been my unconscious goal.
Thanks for your comment and for the follow. If you aren’t that dark haired woman yet, I hope you will be soon. I hope someone loves you that much to dance with you on a sandy beach in the rain.
This is a beautiful piece Renee. It fits the painting so well.
Thank you so much honey. It took me like 5 minutes to write. Sometimes those are the best stories. The ones that just fall out of your head.
This is my favorite painting ever! I will never forget seeing it for the first time with the first boy I ever loved. It was like magic! I love that you captured this moment.
I’m glad you love it like I do. I’m glad you have a good memory to go with the first time you saw it. That makes it even more special.
It really does 🙂 He has another, similar, painting with a man in a suit and a woman in a flowing white dress dancing on the beach as well. It’s not quite as good, but I love them both!
Me too. Vettriano did some beautiful work. I wanted to say thank you for reading me and making such wonderful comments to me. It really means a lot to me. A lot.
I was just in the mall the other day, and stopped by the game and puzzle store…what did I see? A Vettriano calendar for 2013! I thought of you 🙂
And of course Renee, it’s my pleasure!
🙂 I might have to find me that calendar. Thanks for thinking of me.
It’s a pretty cool calendar… 😉 Of course, hope things are well with you!
Eh, life is what it is babe. But I’m trying to get better every day. Glad you’re still out there. 🙂
oh thanks for such a beautiful tale
Thank you for reading it, and your sweet comment.
beautiful painting, beautiful story
Thanks Diana. A copy of it will hang in my home one of these days.
I’ve never seen that picture before Renee, but I will remember it now.
You put a perspective on the picture that I hadn’t / wouldn’t have thought about unless I had read your entry.
“But then we already were”.. love it!
For me it’s the other way round. i’m the gent dancing with my ravishing partner on the beach.. only she’s got blonde hair.
Thanks for posting this Renee 🙂
love n hugs
xxx
Thanks for the kind words Seadog. I love this painting as much as Starry Night. Hmmmm I might have to write a story to that painting. I’ve seen that one up close and personal. It’s beautiful. And I’m glad you have your beauty. Ain’t love grand?