the year was 1482, in Paris, France.

Jacques was the apprentice of the most ‘powerful’ and respected priest, Claude pécheur. therefore, many people expected him to follow in his mentor’s path. but he wanted to be an artist…

Jacques sat in the attic of his Mentors cathedral. his paint brush glided steadily across the Canvas. he always painted up here, somewhere where his mentor couldn’t find him. it was his quiet place. a few doves flew in from the broken window, perching on a wood beam and watching the boy paint.