In the park next to the lake there is a Shadow Cutter. When you face the artist in a 90-degree angle, he would cut out the shape of your profile on a piece of white paper. With one small pair of silver scissor the Shadow Cutter pokes a hole in the middle of the white sheet and from there, the magic reveals itself, your profile gradually appears along the sharpe edge of the scissor, and when is done, he throws away the center piece, for the real product is the contour of your profile, which he pastes on a piece of black paper. So there you have it: the contour of yourself with black background, this is your shadow.
In the first few weeks the Shadow Cutter's stand is constantly full. There are portrait painters next to him, who secretly envy his success: after all, he is new here, what makes him think that he could pull all their potential clients away. The portrait painters try to win back the clients by adding glitterings, more vivid colors, discounts, free coffee ... but nothing helps. The world of black and white seem to have become public's new favorite and the latest tourist attraction. Soon people have their shadows on the walls in their homes, framed and displayed on their nightstands, carefully stored in their wallets, or saved as the background picture on their iPhones. Shadows are everywhere, people are obsessed with them, maybe driven by the sensation of holding own their dark-side in hand:"Finally, I have it tangible and constated; trapped behind glass."
With the increasing shadow-demand, the hungry painters decide to ask politely the Shadow Cutter to teach them how to capture a profile with silver lining; which he gladly accepts -- there is no reason not to, this is great that more and more people, even the "colleges" start to like my art!
Few months later, once the painters manage to shape the contour, they put the Shadow Cutting in the foreground and whoever comes and buys a shadow, gets a small portrait as present. If you look closely, the subtle difference of the Master and the crush-course-students is to see, but who has to look so closely? It is a piece of white paper on the black background after all! More than gradually the original Shadow Cutter loses the public's attention, but he doesn't want to do anything else for the art of contouring a shadow is ferventness, every millimeter of the cut-out profile is love, he is too old to learn anything else he could devote his heart to, it doesn't make sense to him selling the things that he doesn't believe, he wants to scream, protest, but he is born mute! Holding the silver scissor between his ten bony fingers like a bleeding soul, he throws the scissor in the lake and disappears from the city.
No one has ever seen him since. If you look into the lake closely, you could see a shadow reflecting back at you.
