Although I have certainly found Maxine Trottier's The Paint Box a sweet and lovely enough tale in and of itself and have also much enjoyed Stella East's accompanying illustrations (which are lush, descriptive and above all, seem historically accurate for the time and place, for depicting 16th century Venice), and yes, I also do appreciate how at the end of The Paint Box, Marietta Tintoretto not only gives her new friend Piero her own boat in order for him to escape from slavery but also her personal paint box, the tools of her trade as an artist so to speak, her father Jacopo Tintoretto's special gift to her, and therefore also her most treasured possession, frankly, that entire storyline of Marietta so easily finding a way for Piero to escape from his master simply by giving him her boat to hide in actually does in my opinion feel more than a trifle unbelievable and fantastical at best. For I certainly do very much question the comparative ease with which Marietta is able secrete Piero from sight and furthermore that Piero's master, that the ship's captain who owns him would simply set sail when in the morning he cannot locate Piero, this does not really sound all that realistic and reasonable (as I kind of do believe that the captain most probably would have for one searched more intensely for his missing slave and for two, considering that Marietta had been spending most of her time with Piero, that he would realistically and naturally also have been asking detailed and possibly uncomfortable questions of both Marietta Tintoretto and her father Jacopo).
And truly, considering that Marietta Tintoretto was a real person (and according to Maxine Trottier's detailed author's note, likely a famous artist in her own right) I certainly would have much rather read in The Paint Box a true biographical (and detailed) sketch of Marietta Tintoretto's training by her father to become an artist than a tale that while tender and sweetly evocative is still basically simply a work of fiction (for I do have to admit that in The Paint Box, it is indeed the author's note on Marietta Tintoretto's actual life that I have personally found the most interesting and enlightening and certainly much much more to my tastes than Maxine Trottier's rigamarole about Marietta and Piero, which although enjoyable, has also been just too much fiction and a trifle too fantastical for my reading desires). Two and a half stars, but rounded up to a low three stars, for even though I have indeed not all that much enjoyed The Paint Box for myself, Maxine Trottier does tell a pretty engaging story and yes, Stella East's pictures are definitely aesthetically gorgeous and do paint a very authentic portrait of late Renaissance Venice.