My Mr. Artist

Chapter 6

Six years ago

Kiyah

Since i was young, i was always attracted towards art than outdoor sports or even studies. And as i grow older, i would look at art painting and sculptures of famous artist around the world rather than crushing over actors from bollywood. I loved to search the meaning behind the art.

So, here i was looking at a painting made by one of my favorite artist 'steven' which was exhibited in my city at this grand exhibition. The entry ticket for this exhibition was quite expensive, though it was a fair deal to be able to look at this beautiful painting named 'darkness' without any screen in between. Steven is apprentice of worldwide famous painter mr. George, resided in usa. So i thought steven was also a foreigner but two years along it was revealed through media that he was a indian and had recently settled down back to india. I was trying for two years to save some money and buy the ticket for his art display. It was his third time to exhibit his work in india, though it was always just a single painting. He was more famous abroad than in india.

'Darkness' this theme was really different from his other works but for me it felt like his most raw work. It gave the depiction of that raw feeling we feel when we need someone to save us.

There is a shadow of maybe a man, alone maybe lonely surrounded by darkness, surrounded by shadows which were even more dark than one another, like obstacles all over the bottom level. But at top corner, you can see beautiful light of golden hues slowly emerging, going towards him, slowly but surely. There are even small star like white splash all over top half part to contrast the desolate night at the bottom.

" This art looks so depressing! what made you stare at it for more than half an hour?" A voice came from beside me. I look to the source of voice only to find a very attractive man, maybe in his mid-twenties. He was wearing white oversize shirt with some loose jeans. His hair were long till his neck all in cute mess. Sharp jaw, straight and long nose and honey brown eyes now staring at the painting. 

OKAY, stop drooling ki! I needed to scold myself and focus on his question. I refocused my attention on his question and i was little displeased with his tone.

" Why you said its depressing?" I  asked my own question instead of answering his with slight frown on my face.

" I don't know but looking at it makes me feel uncomfortable, don't you feel" he chuckled and shrugged it off as if unsure what to say.

" It is not depressing for me. i loved it. I am not seeing darkness, i am seeing that beautiful stars that can only be seen in this darkness. as sunlight is part of us, we should also accept this darkness. For me it is most raw work as it says how human needs that someone who will bring them out of this darkness or will accompany them till sun rise again. It is silent and quiet, making you focus on yourself" As i was defending the art piece and my favorite artist, i missed the way he was looking at me. "It gives a illusion how in the depth of mind we are all alone surrounded by this darkness but still with that light of hope"

" Surrounded by this darkness but still with that light of hope" He repeated my statement. As i turn to look at him, he was intensely staring at the painting like he was looking at it for the first time.

"STEVEN" We heard the yell from behind. wait! is steven here?  I immediately turned around to see a guy coming towards us. 

"Steven the sponsors are waiting fo.........." he stopped speaking as soon as he saw me. And now he was looking at us like he was trying to understand something. "yes, i am coming" Steven as that man called him, informed, giving me one last look as he started to walk away.