>> • BALDO • <<
It's not coming...at all.
Just when I thought I'm motivated enough to let it all in. This is certainly one of those days.
Tumayo na ako mula sa isang oras na pagkakaupo at nag-inat. I proceeded on the other room next to mine and clicked those tangled padlocks.
Ack! Sumabit sa lalamunan ko ang alikabok!
Napatakip na lamang ako ng ilong habang hawak ang paintbrush. Matagal na ring nakatambak ang mga gamit ko roon.
My old atelier.
It was once filled with the ecstatic scent of combined paint mixture and thinners. Now it's rendered faint by the gut-punching smell of impermeable and airtight odor of the wood surface.
The erratic thumping of my footsteps echoed throughout the area as I scanned around.
Lahat ng bagay na naroroon ay nababalutan ng puting tela. The window blinders are still shut tight and sunlight barely passes through it.
There is no money in art. Dreamers are fools.
The memory of the last time that I set foot in here is pretty vague, but those are the words that kept on ringing on my mind almost ten years ago.
I came here not to get lost in my memory lane, but to find at least something that could be the subject of my project in the university. I need to make it for this semester.
Indeed, there is no money in art. That's because there's no equivalent amount that can be a coequal compromise with an artist's soul.
Halos mapasigaw ako sa gulat nang umihip ang malamig na hangin sa batok ko. Nasundan iyon ng malakas na paghagalpak mula sa likuran.
Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin ngunit lalo lamang lumakas ang kaniyang tawa. How unladylike.
"I got you." tumatawa pa niyang sabi. Halos masamid pa siya sa sariling laway habang pinipigilan ang kaniyang hininga.
"So dito mo pala tinatago lahat ng obra!" she exclaimed in extreme hyperness as she started pulling those white covers one by one.
As far as I remember, ako lang mag-isa ang nasa apartment. She probably sneaked in again without a warning.
"What in the world are you doing here, Lauren? Wala kang klase?" inis na tanong ko at itinupi ang mga nakakalat na tela sa sahig.
"We only got tryouts. I'll attend the class tomorrow." aniya at isa-isang pinagpagan ng alikabok ang mga portrait na nakatore sa kani-kaniyang mga easel.
"How did it go?" tanong ko. She's been excited to tell me that she's going on a tryout last night that she can't even sleep.
"I don't know, the announcements aren't out yet. But I'll go tell you when I got it." she answered in a timid tone.
She waltzed from one portrait to another, not being able to contain her exhilaration with the dusty canvasses. She kept on gasping deeply like an ignorant kid having its very first time to see a giraffe in a zoo.
"Cut out the overreaction, it's just canvasses." saway ko sa kaniya at isinalansan sa isang sulok ang mga naitupi kong tela.
"It's not 'just' canvasses!" she insisted. "They're your creations."
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Aurora Borealis
Ficção AdolescenteDreamland doesn't draw bounds and instead draws infinite possibilities. That's what the basketball prodigy, Lauren Esperaunce Vergara, believed about her dream even if what she encounters on her way are just nothing but misfortunes. Would meeting dr...
