Re evaluation

I have been approached by a couple of friends who want to sell their paintings. Close friend, can no longer loose themselves in the landscapes. The power of a painting is to hold your imagination. A story in a capsule of oil & canvas. The painting should be an escape. A doorway into a field of a world remove from the unpainted reality. When looking at the painting one shouldn't consider the artist, just an appreciation for the pallet and conjouring. Not what he did before of after he picked up his paintbrush.
Now my friends have a hard time with the constant visual with a lingering lurking thought. I have tried to be discrete, a necessity in a small town, also too with collectors who so often become friends. When I have encountered anyone I masterfully cap the subject with a brief positive statement. There is no reason to repeat the cycle of dissolving. But the unfolding of our relationship altered a lot. Anyone who knew us over the years, would know of the shift. Those that knew the nitty gritty, the apparent madness of the painter could never look at a painting without the taint of discomfort in their bodies. The story of the painters life could never follow the paintings if the paintings were ever to be seen in their true beauty again. Indeed just as I wish that to happen, I hope too that the beauty & value of the painters wife can also be restored & seen by all.