The painting on the easel... «We Are All Completely Fine»
RamingoWS16 марта 2018•Видна всемThe painting on the easel waited for her. She sat on the futon and looked up at it. As she`d done many times before, she`d painted a set of double doors, pale as her skin, and a seam between them glowing with golden light. I left you a message. She had not touched the canvas in weeks. There was nothing wrong with the painting, except that it was the wrong painting entirely. The doors should be open, revealing... something. A person, an object, a promised land. Or perhaps an abstract design, too difficult to translate into words. She would know it when she saw it, but she could not paint it until she saw it. Every time she`d attempted to force her way past those doors -- and she`d tried a dozen times -- she created a lie. An offense. The results were good only for burning.
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