Artistic World

Hey, how I can see, it's very old post. But anyway, it reminds me on a wonderful happening in my younger years. I was 16 years old and on the way back home after a painting-course. It was winter. Very cold and stormy evening. I was riding my bike. But it got so cold, that I thought, my hands will fell off. On the canal between our two bridges I just pushed my bike by side and knocked at the door to a fishers little house. They took me inside, just knowing that I'm about to freeze. They cared about me, I had to put my fingers first in a ''normal'' cold water, then in lukewarm water- that was such a pain, that I can still remember.
While drinking a tea, that they gave me, the fisher (he was .. about 50 years old and told me, his wife brings a lot of tea so I had luck to pick my favourite taste xD) was asking me, what I am doing outside. Told him that I'm a young painter, learning more skills from an artist who was known in my town.
After it he told me something, that I will never forget. ''Being an artist is something very important. Artists are made, to make this world more wonderful.''
This experience is something very, very special to me. And I'm thankful for it.