As I added white to the canvas, it mixed with red and created a pinkish concoction; I added a bit of yellow to give it some orange linings and finally sprinkled the canvas with a blend of black and brown; “Ah, perfect…” I exclaimed.
“It’s beautiful…however I can’t fathom why you painted a face as if it were sky…” someone asked during the exhibition.
“Because the dusk sky reminds me of someone…his left eye is my source of survival like the Sun, and the right one sheds light on the dark like the Moon…he is my universe…” there was no better way for me to admit my love in public, than expressing it through art and wishing someday he’d realize the same.
– Chirasree, a dreamer.
Written for – Three Line Tales, Week 66