"What is it?"
"It is obviously a flower, Alessandra."
Alessandra tilted her head to the left to see what Edgar was seeing and then tilted her head to the right. "What kind of flower is it? It doesn't look like any I have seen in your garden. Is it a rare flower?"
"Are you teasing me, Alessandra? It is a simple blue flower. You see the petals here, the stem and leaves here," Edgar pointed out the obvious. He clearly saw the vision of the flower he painted.
Alessandra looked again and even squinted her eyes in hopes to see the flower painted. Nothing on the canvas before them resembled a flower. "Well done."
"Do not compliment me when you do not see that it is a flower. I told you I have never had any interest in painting. We cannot all be able to paint flowers in a vase as you have but I believe my painting is more artistic."
