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So Tiziano continued to draw. But one thing troubled him greatly—all the pictures he made were black, drawn with his piece of black charcoal. Yet around him glowed a perfect glory of colour—the beautiful blue of the sky; the delicate, changing pink of the great jagged peaks above him; the red, blue and yellow wildflowers; the golden brilliance of sunshine; and the rich, soft, mellowed tints in the old houses of the town. Colour! Tiziano loved it more than anything else in the world. Yet, how was he to reproduce it and get it into his pictures? He had no money to buy paints. and paints were expensive in those days. Ills father, who was a mountaineer, would never listen to anything so foolish as buying paints for a boy when the family needed food, clothing and fuel to keep them warm.
Let Tiziano make shoes! Mat was a trade for a man! All the same, Tiziano continued to dream of painting and to wonder if there was not the sonic way he could make a picture in co-lours.
The day before the festival of flowers; Tiziano chanced to pass the spot where the garlands had been woven the evening before. Suddenly, he noticed stains on the stones of the walk before the inn. They were every colour that a painter needed! In a moment the feast and the fun went out of Titian& mind. Catarina saw her brother hastening out of the village. She ran to bring hint back and found a hint in a meadow looking like a variegated quilt from the brilliance of the wildflowers. "Tiziano!" she called, "Why are you running away from the feast?" The boy did not answer for a moment. Too often he had been teased by his family and the villagers for the crazy dreams in his head. At last, he answered bluntly. "I have found that the stains of flowers make colours and I am going to paint a picture:'