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Just playing safe. The picture is not mine. It's Joel Mahilum's. The literary piece below is mine, though.
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White sheets. White flowers. White souls.
They say white is the absence of color. As she lay on those white, clean, unstained sheets, she feels the world crumble on her. Maybe that is what the white is. The absence of color. Of life.
Of a soul.
Tears stream out of the blue, but no one is there to see. They're silent and unnoticed streams, but it's a place no one would want to bathe in and enjoy. Falling from the dark caverns of her empty, dry soul.
A butterfly flutters by, coming in the room along with the moonlight seeping through the open capiz windows. She turns away from her misery, cold, blank eyes staring, pinning the butterfly on the sheets.
Things like that are useless. Like flightless butterflies.
She turns her head away from the butterfly, but her eyes are attracted to the blue. It's the only color in the seemingly drained world. Her eyes are tired, but she can't just seem to get away...
Maybe, maybe it's the absence of will.
The butterfly, maybe still in its shock, starts to wiggle hesitantly, disturbing the frozen, unmoving scene in that little dark hut. The girl makes a reluctant move to grab it, but then, she stops.
Why?
She thinks she hears the butterfly, but she passes it off as her wild imagination. It isn't possible. She turns away from the butterfly, back to the warm yet uncomfortable white sheets, with a faint, sinister smile on her sweet, gently face.
Because.
She closes her eyes, and in that darkness, she feels whole. She sees the yellow and white stars up in the night blue sky, and she sees the moon. She feels herself be free of the strong chains that tied her to the ground. She sees the butterfly, high and soaring in the atmosphere.
Maybe, maybe someday she'll be able to catch that butterfly, maybe one day she'll be able to fly as high. Maybe one day, she'll be able to flutter her wings and catch her flutter-by dreams, tangled in the stars.
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White sheets. White flowers. White souls.
They say white is the absence of color. As she lay on those white, clean, unstained sheets, she feels the world crumble on her. Maybe that is what the white is. The absence of color. Of life.
Of a soul.
Tears stream out of the blue, but no one is there to see. They're silent and unnoticed streams, but it's a place no one would want to bathe in and enjoy. Falling from the dark caverns of her empty, dry soul.
A butterfly flutters by, coming in the room along with the moonlight seeping through the open capiz windows. She turns away from her misery, cold, blank eyes staring, pinning the butterfly on the sheets.
Things like that are useless. Like flightless butterflies.
She turns her head away from the butterfly, but her eyes are attracted to the blue. It's the only color in the seemingly drained world. Her eyes are tired, but she can't just seem to get away...
Maybe, maybe it's the absence of will.
The butterfly, maybe still in its shock, starts to wiggle hesitantly, disturbing the frozen, unmoving scene in that little dark hut. The girl makes a reluctant move to grab it, but then, she stops.
Why?
She thinks she hears the butterfly, but she passes it off as her wild imagination. It isn't possible. She turns away from the butterfly, back to the warm yet uncomfortable white sheets, with a faint, sinister smile on her sweet, gently face.
Because.
She closes her eyes, and in that darkness, she feels whole. She sees the yellow and white stars up in the night blue sky, and she sees the moon. She feels herself be free of the strong chains that tied her to the ground. She sees the butterfly, high and soaring in the atmosphere.
Maybe, maybe someday she'll be able to catch that butterfly, maybe one day she'll be able to fly as high. Maybe one day, she'll be able to flutter her wings and catch her flutter-by dreams, tangled in the stars.
I have no idea what happened to me. I'm only happy til the part with the 'flightless butterflies,' because that's the only part where I was radiant with literary-writing energy.
Anyway, I was inspired by a unique painting we saw. We just came from my dentist appointment (oooh, I'm starting to have a fear of these weekly appointments and the instruments involved in it) and we saw this entire gallery, which was called the 'Art Circle.' Just a few days back my mom was tottering and tattering about this painting she saw of a girl sitting on colorful rocks. I was like, "Rocks?! Seriously?!" She said the artist was Noel Mahilum. Filipino, apparently.
Well guess what. Okay, suuuure, I didn't like Noel Mahilum's paintings (I'm not THAT fond of color O_o) but when I walked in and saw this painting I was... what... drawn?... into it. I kept staring at it and my mom was like, nudging me, and I was like, also nudging her.
She kept distracting me by talking about the manga/figure drawing classes they had every day there (I wanted to apply, whack me, please) but since we were talking on such a close perimeter to the painting, I kept getting distracted. And she did, too.
She was almost to that point of being SO distracted, she'd buy it. Too bad we didn't reach that point.
The person we talked to, (which had introduced himself as "Dan," a new graduate from Fine Arts, apparently) told us the painting was really one of Joel Mahilum (yeah, the rock-artist-person's brother, if you figured)'s finest. It looks soooooo much better in real life. It has a look of parchment, and then the white is just... there, and the butterfly just-- I give up explaining, it's just awesome. Even my mom liked it.
Of course I had--have--to beg. I put a lot on the line, like, TWO YEARS SUPPLY OF WRITING NOTEBOOKS. I mean, that's like life to me. But the painting was just so awesome~
I'm telling this in dollars so that it's easier to understand. It's around $1500, maybe more, maybe less, if we get that discount. Oh ho ho ho~
You know what's the pressure? Well, this particular painting (which reminded me of Crystal, so to speak) is going to be the centerpiece of his exhibit in a giant, hey-look-I'm-cool-since-I'm-here mall on MONDAY, April 4 2011. After they exhibit it, of course the prices will zoom up and then maybe someone else will want to buy it.
So I'm pressuring my mom (lol jk, just asking) to call her friend who's also from Art Circle if she can reserve it for us. If she can, we can give down-payment and take it home after the exhibit, maybe try to pay the entire price in three gives. Hey Hey, isn't that cool?
I'm high. Why did I explain it here and not in a journal? Well, I used the painting as a preview image. And yes, I'm still high. I like the painting so MUCH!
[link] --> Heh. More of his paintings. You'll see how this painting (titled "Flutter by," I think) is actually the best. I think. I'm biased. LOL.
Lol I went on a rant.
Did you know that LOL is now a word, thanks to the Oxford Dictionary people? XD
//dies
Painting in Preview (c) Joel Mahilum
Anyway, I was inspired by a unique painting we saw. We just came from my dentist appointment (oooh, I'm starting to have a fear of these weekly appointments and the instruments involved in it) and we saw this entire gallery, which was called the 'Art Circle.' Just a few days back my mom was tottering and tattering about this painting she saw of a girl sitting on colorful rocks. I was like, "Rocks?! Seriously?!" She said the artist was Noel Mahilum. Filipino, apparently.
Well guess what. Okay, suuuure, I didn't like Noel Mahilum's paintings (I'm not THAT fond of color O_o) but when I walked in and saw this painting I was... what... drawn?... into it. I kept staring at it and my mom was like, nudging me, and I was like, also nudging her.
She kept distracting me by talking about the manga/figure drawing classes they had every day there (I wanted to apply, whack me, please) but since we were talking on such a close perimeter to the painting, I kept getting distracted. And she did, too.
She was almost to that point of being SO distracted, she'd buy it. Too bad we didn't reach that point.
The person we talked to, (which had introduced himself as "Dan," a new graduate from Fine Arts, apparently) told us the painting was really one of Joel Mahilum (yeah, the rock-artist-person's brother, if you figured)'s finest. It looks soooooo much better in real life. It has a look of parchment, and then the white is just... there, and the butterfly just-- I give up explaining, it's just awesome. Even my mom liked it.
Of course I had--have--to beg. I put a lot on the line, like, TWO YEARS SUPPLY OF WRITING NOTEBOOKS. I mean, that's like life to me. But the painting was just so awesome~
I'm telling this in dollars so that it's easier to understand. It's around $1500, maybe more, maybe less, if we get that discount. Oh ho ho ho~
You know what's the pressure? Well, this particular painting (which reminded me of Crystal, so to speak) is going to be the centerpiece of his exhibit in a giant, hey-look-I'm-cool-since-I'm-here mall on MONDAY, April 4 2011. After they exhibit it, of course the prices will zoom up and then maybe someone else will want to buy it.
So I'm pressuring my mom (lol jk, just asking) to call her friend who's also from Art Circle if she can reserve it for us. If she can, we can give down-payment and take it home after the exhibit, maybe try to pay the entire price in three gives. Hey Hey, isn't that cool?
I'm high. Why did I explain it here and not in a journal? Well, I used the painting as a preview image. And yes, I'm still high. I like the painting so MUCH!
[link] --> Heh. More of his paintings. You'll see how this painting (titled "Flutter by," I think) is actually the best. I think. I'm biased. LOL.
Lol I went on a rant.
Did you know that LOL is now a word, thanks to the Oxford Dictionary people? XD
//dies
Painting in Preview (c) Joel Mahilum
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Wow that was so sad and nice I could just picture it and I hope you get the painting. How much is it? And why was there a 'sinister smile on her gentle face'as you say?Awesome sad story by the way. I know you like sad endings better than happy