[ Silva has been feeling a little creative since his eyes caught Jenny Scotts spirals. He'd tried art work in his younger days but he hadn't given it a second thought again until he saw the childs creations. It's like they had awoken feelings that he'd long since considered dormant.
So he'd gotten to work, colouring one of the walls of the lobby with painted spirals of all shapes, sizes and colours. To the unaffected it might just seem like a mess but to him he feels like he's painting the walls of the Sistine Chapel.]
Isn't it amazing? the things we miss in life?
Sometimes there are things that have been always been there ... never fading in their beauty yet hidden to everybody. And when we finally do spot them their colours are just ...
They make it all worth while ... pain, misery, loss, they help wash away all the negativity life brings.
[He laughs ... oh how they're making him feel so alive.]
For those who are interested I have made a little alteration in the lobby ... I do hope everybody appreciates the effort I've put in.
[ He sits in a chair facing his creation. A look of pride setting over his face.]