Remember this post earlier in the week? The photos inspired me to finally make the effort to paint again. It was such a good feeling to get my fingers full of the thick acrylic once again and remember what it's like to wash the paint out from under my nails. Well, it's a happy annoyance, anyway.
Anyway, I decided to run back to my house where I grew up and finally get some much needed internet that doesn't decide to kick users off every 2.5 seconds, as I think you guys still deserve a story and some art. It is Friday, after all! This time around is a bit different; there are two paintings that are part of one story, and they're abstracts instead of the usual line drawings.
Soooo, you ready? Let's go then. :) OH! And I think of this song when I look at these paintings and think of their story. NOW we're ready!
He had been here before. He recognized the feeling--the gentle ache of sorts that made his body feel weighted and made his mind wander. They all kept telling him things would be fine, that everyone goes through times like these. It was such an annoyance to him. After all, he had so many plans...many of them which he was unaware he had already accomplished. They futilely tried to convey to him how much his efforts and sacrifices meant. The words didn't seem to form, and all they could do was be there with him. That was the point, after all.
None of them knew what to expect of the future, but they would stand by him. He always knew this. Closing his eyes, he imagined the deep swells of the ocean, and the sunlight beaming down on his back. In the distance, he could see the storm brewing. The sunlight was being overtaken by the dark, ominous clouds, and his fears began to close in around him. As he was pulled farther and farther from the sunlight and steady waves, his heart grew heavier.
He was upon the center of the storm, and the clouds completely covered any glimpse of the sun. He looked up, and a crashing wave was on its way to overtake him.
He wouldn't do this any longer. He knew the sun was above the dark clouds, and he knew the ocean always turned calm after the storm passed. Looking up, he realized that the wave had diminished back into the fluid tides of the water. He closed his eyes and let the breeze enter his nose and mouth, feeling his lungs fill with the fresh air. He could feel the warmth of the sun caressing his back once again. He opened his eyes, and the water was sparkling. The storm had passed before it had even begun.