I am making good progress with my writing but am having second thoughts about where in the protagonists life I should start my novel. Initially I started from the end of the story , and have the character reflect on his life whilst looking at a key piece of art from his life to get into it. I am now wondering if I should just start from the beginning of where the story gets interesting (when hes younger). I have included the start of my first chapter as is - hoping for some advice and critique, Thanks.
Once the teacher had ushered the children into the next room, the gentle sound of piano music could be heard once more. The occasional cough or musing from other visitors in the space did little to soften my concentration. I had been sat in the same spot for maybe fifty minutes or so, staring at the face of the girl in the boat and wondering what she'd been thinking.
Before long, an elderly lady approached and stood between myself and the painting, temporarily blocking my view. It was a welcomed pause and if nothing else a chance to gather my thoughts before feeling the need to look on. The lady had a crop of dappled dry hair that tilted from side to side as she studied the canvas in front of her. Seemingly aware of my gaze, she turned to face me with a faded beauty that once must have been so apparent, a striking contrast to that of the girl on the water behind her.
"Most enchanting," she said with a smile, and then came and sat down beside me. She gestured ahead with her hand. "The use of colour and textures, it has such a Pre-Raphelite feel to it. Very, ...Waterhouse. It is so rare to come across a new piece of work with such classical style nowadays, don't you agree?"
A tight smile crossed my lips, eyes fixed again on the flurry of soft, muted colours held in the frame before us.
"Such a terrible waste," she continued. "Truly disappointing," letting out a gentle sigh.
"I'm sorry?" The words seemed to fall from my mouth as confusion ruffled my silence.
"Well, the artist of course," she said. "He painted this one stunning piece, only to refuse any further works. Did you not read the catalogue?" She replaced her glasses and gathered the booklet from her lap, tracing the print with her finger. "Here," she said, and tapped the page then offered the booklet towards me.
I glanced down at the glossy paper to see a miniature version of the very painting I had been sat for almost an hour in front of. There was no doubt it was the same piece but it seemed impaired, lacking the life and curiosity of the canvas in front. The image, a girl on a wooden clinker boat, drifting lightly through her last days of childhood. Her tea coloured skin and sea green eyes seemed slightly out of place for the English country garden in which she found herself. In the foreground, lily pads cluttered the surface of the water only interrupted by the hull of the boat. The girls body was mostly concealed, hiding all but her face and left arm outstretched, her fingers hovered gently above the water. She was slumped slightly over the left hand side, as if she had been admiring her reflection in the water and at the last moment been startled by the painter, her eyes suddenly drawn to him. Her expression remained undaunted though and showed no sign of shame at being caught in a moment of vanity. Quite the opposite in fact, it was as though she would have drifted for lifetime in the boat, just for a chance at being seen.
The copy below the image read;
^'The Waterpoets Daughter' by Roland Dunn 1985 - .
No other known works. Kindly donated to The Beldon Mueum by the Darlington Winterfall Trust, at the wishes of Sir Theodore Darlington.
The oil-on-canvas is believed to depict Sir Darlingtons adopted daughter Jemima on the millpool of their private estate - Winterfall. Despite Sir Darlingtons long standing prowess within the Artistic community he was unable to persuade Dunn to further his portfolio, making this piece truly invaluable.^