His Paws On My Palms [DoShin]

CHAPTER 10: THE CLOUDS OF AN ARTIST

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙔 afternoon greeted me with good weather. I never planned on going out because I was so exhausted after going to the mall with Youngjae. I bought a lot of items, which is good because I don't need to go out as often. Once or twice a month should be enough, unless scholarly activities happen, in which case it would be inevitable.

I didn't know where to go, so I had to search online. Since it had been a long time since I visited a museum, I eventually chose it as my destination. Unlike other places, museums are the calmest place for me. Although there are a lot of people, it's still way less crowded than other public places like malls.

It's also nice to see people whose attention is glued to different masterpieces from great artists. I don't really consider myself an artist, but my love for art brings me happiness. Although what I love most is singing, I only sing when Jihoon asks me to. No one else has ever heard me sing, just him. He always encourages me to share my singing with others, but I lack confidence. Later on, he wouldn't feel complete without requesting a song from me.

Now, my interests are only for me since there's no one I can share them with anymore. I have to admit, living this way is sometimes saddening, but no matter what, it keeps me sane most of the time.

"You seem to have a great taste," I gasped when I heard it. There was already a person standing beside me.

"No one really deeply stares at this beautiful painting of clouds," he added.

I looked at the painting he was referring to. He was right; I hadn't noticed I was looking at it while spacing out.

"The artist of this masterpiece didn't want to display it at all. He was afraid that no one would like it, so I told him that as long as there is one person who appreciates his artwork, it's enough to say that he is a great artist."

I had no idea, but what he said was melancholic and inspiring at the same time. Lately, so many things have reminded me of my past, that even today, it is still evident how significant Jihoon's existence was in my childhood.

"Dohee, as long as I'm here, you will always have a supporter."

His memory flashed again inside my mind.

"What can you say about the painting?"

Him asking me was unexpected; it felt like I was caught off guard. To be honest, I wasn't paying attention to the painting; I was just deeply thinking earlier. However, when he explained it, I suddenly liked the painting.

"When you look up above the sky, you will only see the color of blue and these white clouds," I started to explain my thoughts about it. Though, I don't really know the real story behind the painting since it's subjective, but I hoped I could convince this person beside me, not to impress him, but to make him leave so I could be alone.

"So, you felt like the artist just drew it randomly by looking above?"

"Not necessarily," I responded and glanced at him. I saw his intriguing look.

"If you want to draw clouds, you don't necessarily need to go outside and look at it. You could also just imagine it because in reality, there are also grey clouds, which means the opposite of white clouds. The artist could've drawn it too"

This time, I faced him and looked at him directly.

"I may not be the artist of this piece, but I think that the person behind it just wanted to sort out his thoughts away from trivial ones."

"Interesting!" he cheerfully answered and even clapped for me, which caught a few people's attention! Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable just looking around. After making a scene, I was glad people went back to their own world.