“You’ve cleaned up some, I see,” Griffin said. “The last time I was here I had to be careful not to bump into things.”
“Tell me about it. Now a lot of it’s stored in the basement,” Daniel told him as they went up to the studio.
“Now this is nice,” Griffin commented, looking around. “You did a good job remodeling.”
“More like the contractor’s people did, once I told them what I wanted.” Daniel went over to the canvas rack. Taking out the three paintings, he stood them on the floor against the wall.
Griffin, hands behind his back, studied them. “Realism, but not,” he finally said. “There’s a magical quality to them even though they’re places you can see every day.” Kneeling in front of one of them, he nodded. “I can imagine an elf, or a satyr hiding just out of sight behind this tree, waiting for the right moment to step out and reveal himself to the child who is playing hide-and-seek with his sister.”