What will you do when you need to make a decision upon reaching crossroads in life? Both options are equally important that left you with no option. You can't choose, you do not want to choose, but you must choose. Some choices are bad, some choices...
Dream big and don't stop dreaming because as long as you hold on to that dream, one day it will come true. That's my favourite quote and I have been living on its positivity. Dreams do come true if you work hard to achieve it.
Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around and feeling proud seeing the white walls are hanged with my drawings of various sizes. My hardwork has finally paid off and today, the 'babies' of mine will be exhibit to outsiders.
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Aside from happy, I feel nervous as I never do an exhibition in this scale. Usually, I only put one or two of my paintings on exhibit but today I am doing a solo exhibition with 47 drawings of my personal collections. They are my pride and joy. The moments that I treasure for the past 10 years. 'A Decade of Love; just how the name of the exhibition, it showcases the drawings of my love ones during the best moments that I capture into art.
I walk through the framed pictures one by one from the main entrance to the main hall. From my first drawing I did of my husband on our wedding day to the latest photo of my husband and children running around our front lawn which I drew on one Sunday. Each portrait has its own story that is dear to me and my family. This exhibition is only for display. No artwork will be put on sale as it has sentimental value to me.
"Congratulations chakka-nim (artist)," said the familiar baritone voice from behind.
I turn around and there he is, my husband; walking with a big bouquet on his hands. Wearing a white dress shirt tuck in a navy pants with a matching navy jacket. He looks suave as usual. His hair is combed neatly, exposing his forehead. I bet any woman who look at him now will fall for this look.
He hands me the pink bouquet of peonies. My favourite flowers. "I am super proud of you, My Love," he pulls me into a hug and give me a deep kiss on my forehead.
His perfume is sipping through my nose and I love that scent on him. For a decade, he hasn't change the perfume. He still used the same perfume I gave him years ago. I look up at him and smile; adoring the pair of dimples at the end of the sweet smile on his face.
"This won't happened if not for your endless support. Komawo, Yeobo."
"My support means nothing if not for your hardwork. Look at those," he turns my body so I am facing the walls again. "Those are all the love and time you pour for us. Not only you physically be there during those moments with us, but you take extra time to sketch the moments as a safe keep. That is the dedication that should be praise."
Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, another kiss landed on my cheek. We stand there and look at my artworks. It's my whole 10 years story on display. It's about me and my loves.
"Eomma! Eomma! Eomma!"
Children voices interrupted us. It's so hard to find a quiet time when they're around. Both of my husband and I end up giggling of the interruption.
