Fervently, he painted the canvas. Gorgeous greens. Fiery crimsons. Exotic canaries. Each canvas came alive. One a garden with plants so real, you could smell newly mown grass. In another a sea teeming with vibrant fish beckoning you to dive in. The third, the cerulean sky was so animated with squawking parrots that you covered your ears.
Guards looked in at the cell in disbelief. Why did the inmate keep consulting the edge of a square he had painted on the wall? The interior was only greenish prison wall. To the prisoner however, it was a window into real beauty.