If I’d paint curiosity, I’d paint a house cat smelling a wonderful bucket of fresh tulips.
On the piano. With eyes wide open, ears cut backward, in an irrepetible meeting with the smooth lively smell of the flowers.
Astonished. Amazed. Tasting with all his being.
Something like this.
Billy has it, with my (pre-)birthday gift from a friend. Thank you, Sandra 🌸❤️