What if… you saw this happen right before your eyes? I personally would stand in the same place the next day in case by chance it would happen again.
What if… you make a vow never to paint an image again? Every time I paint a bluebonnet painting I vow no more. Then spring comes and I take photographs and get hooked again. I guess this makes me a compulsive liar, as I know the flowers weaken me every year. This is the behavior of an addict. Can people be addicted to flowers? Yes, that’s what’s wrong. I need therapy.
What if …you just wanted to paint a few soft sweet paintings?