It was a very pleasant afternoon: orange sky swum by innocent clouds, giving a divine and celestial charm. Dead tree leaves fell graciously, drifting in the gentle breeze. A true autumnal atmosphere was emanating from Green Hill; the inspiring kind of atmosphere that always made me dive into the depth of my art. Wasn’t a painter’s strength rooted in creativity and originality after all?
My whole life, I’ve always seen myself as my own muse. Through my paintings and works I affirmed the unexplainable, expressed my deepest thoughts and exposed both the visible as much as the invisible, such as emotions and sensations. I was a lone seeker, constantly seeking for something bigger than myself, bigger than my imagination. I sought ultimate wisdom and freedom which actually were only small parts of my quest.
Freedom.
Such a vague and yet meaningful word, vaster and deeper than the sea. If the question “What is freedom” had to be asked, opinions would tend to be diversified, going from the vilest to the purest. But in the end, no soul would be able to bring to light the exact answer to the real freedom’s aim. What is it that we’d have to do in order to reach this life’s end-stage? My life is a sequence of unanswered questions. One leading to another one, enough to stir up my curiosity. And through these multitudes of ideological disagreements, I finally gave life to my art.
For most of my career, I’ve been living alone, spending my precious time with me, myself and I, reading books, thinking and be a normal human. I was unwilling to be distracted by the tumults of love which was the reason why I’ve always kept myself to my own and sole disposal. Perhaps, I was neither mentally nor emotionally ready to deal with relationship’s hardship and commitments. While people qualified my life as loneliness, I saw it from another perspective. To me, it was peace of mind. The kind of peace I’ve sharply worked on to the bone and that I wasn’t willing to disturb for any justified reasons in the world. I was an ambitious woman who studied every possibility to reach my goals. And love, a utopian based concept able to disconnect people from the real world, risking jeopardizing my career seemed to be a dangerous field to wander around. Yes, I know what you might be thinking of me. How can I expect to be wise with such inhibition? Well, I’d just let my pride simply reply “It will happen in due time. Not before, not after”. And little did I know that on a fine day, it really did happen and this when I unexpected it the most. Indeed, my career required timeless travelling. Discoveries and encounters from pleasant to memorable ones, I have made but that one with Collin magically stroke me down.
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ChickLitIt's an excerpt from Victor Hugo's "Les Misérables". He says: "The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have loo...
