Art - a small step or a beautiful life stool!

 Our eyes met. He timidly looked at me and turned away, wiping a tear. "What's wrong, friend?"I asked white plain, sometimes with peeling paint stool. "Look at me-He said,-honestly. You like me?" "Well, you know I do! Wait, I think I know what you mean... You want to add bright colors into our lives?" "YES!"
  And then it started...the grinding machine, figure, water , brushes and paint..and, of course, BRIGHT!!!

What do you think? Happened?