A/N: Characters aren't mine. Written for the challenge Ocean. Written by LSMunch.
Her head is at a ninety degree angle with the rest of her body as she looks at the painting before her. He's standing next to her, not quite in the same position. In fact, he's standing normally. The only one in the gallery doing so. Everyone is craning their necks this way and that, trying to discern what the paintings exactly are. Can't expect much from the ordinary human being, he muses as she twists herself to look at it at a new angle.
"What is it?" Obviously, the new angle didn't work either.
He shrugs. "Whatever you want it to be."
She stops craning her neck and looks at him. He glances down but for a moment and then his eyes are on the painting again. There's something about it that captivates him.
She looks back at the painting, crosses her arms and studies it. "I still don't see anything."
"Well, what don't you see?"
"John..."
"Try it. What is it that you're not seeing?"
"The point."
He sighs and sits on the bench that is conveniently behind him. Again, she starts with the neck bending. "That's not going to help. Here, sit down." He pats the space next to him. She retreats to it. "Now, look straight at it. What do you see?"
"Lots of blue."
"What does all that blue make up?"
She's quiet. Stares at the painting. After a minute, "Nothing." She can tell he's disappointed. "Well, why don't you tell me what you see?"
The painting captivates him again and he lets it. Lets the waves of paint wash over him and draw him into their depths. "An ocean. I see an ocean."