the girl holding the balloon…
I just finished a canvass. I keep staring at the girl holding the balloon. I cannot see where she is looking at. I call it ‘Fly me to the moon.’ I changed the way I finished it from my vector. She sat silently under the overpowering moon… her gaze lowered down, not looking at the moon or the balloon. A suppressed sadness covered in black…
I stared and stared searching… ‘Please look here,’ I whispered. I keep pointing the brush, ‘here, here, I am here.’ As the brush toppled on my chest, the remaining black paint stained me. My voice receding… ‘here…’ then I see it.
I rushed to the shower to water the down the paint… once paint becomes wet, it gushes like watery stain… I watched as the water trickled it down to my feet… lighter, lighter… the water took it down the drain…
