The Pursuit Of Ölum - Book in 30 days

Chapter 8 - Canvas - 19/11/2023

I woke up and he was sleeping

While holding scare tight on his axe

I knew it was not for my, he was prepared

Ölum, is surely hunting him

The smell of the morning coffee

Did surely wake him up

I gave him drink and something to eat

And we spoke a bit

He asked me about the paintings

I told about my deepest worries

About my passion, why did I reveal it?

The doubt - does not allow

A shadowed whisper, a haunting doubt,

A restless pulse, a heart held in devout.

In the quiet chambers, where doubts reside,

The heart stumbles, in the ebb and tide.

As a painter, I painted every day

Everything that came in mind

But I was scared, that they did not convey the feelings

They weren't good enough

That I will never be that good enough

My biggest fear, that I never wanted to admit

Until Ölum visited my day

To be painters of the dreams

As good as I words are able to put them

That it would be hard to differ my paintings from the dreams

"I think this way, has route for many years, much more!"

Did I expect to hear those words?

Though maybe I hoped for them

"You as a painter will never stop to grow

Still, you managed capture the raw feeling

Or maybe awaken some of them

That picture reminds me of my kids

Rather say my wishes"

He pointed at the oldest canvas in my room

"Ohhh... It was long time ago I depicted feelings on this so-called art"

"I see it's old, but that seems to me

Like a fine wine, gets better with age that pass"

"I actually wanted to have so many children

When I wrote this piece of crap"

"Why do you say that?"

Strangely for me, he wondered

"In my opinion those painting

Are beautiful, a mastery!

Just look at them!"

"I don't need to

Of course, a have seen them all

I am painter, I am creator, I am..."

He did not let me finish

"Look at them again!

What do you mean they are your piece of crap?""

"Only for your sake, I will look at them