Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories

The Void

I wasn't really into this stuff, I just grew into liking it. I think the roots of all this fascination was all because of my friend. He's into arts and I on the other hand is into him. Yup, I don't really care at first but it was all because of him.

Whenever he talks about all these painting and stuff I kinda enjoyed it. Not because of aesthetic, but more like the details and the process. Like how the artist decided to use this particular color instead of the other, like how he/she pictures the art and how that person tried to deliberate it into an image. The details.

I sometimes think that some don't really mean a thing and the audience just made things up based on what they see. It just depends on how you perceive, and how you give things such meaning. But I often wonder what the artist, or the "mind" see in his art. That's what makes me grow into these "stuff". It's like a puzzle or a key to what the artist thinks, and what it wants for us to think.

Anyways, I still like my friend but he's not the reason anymore why I am in this museum. I was preoccupied with my thoughts when, a lady, who I think the tour at this place tries to talk me about this particular art. She tells me the information about it , like when is the painting painted and where it was originated and whatsoever.

To make things short, I did not enjoy it. I like figuring things out on myself. That is exactly why I am here, And her giving me all the information just spoils the fun out it. I nodded at here and just pretended to be amazed, I tried to get away with her as much as I can after paying my forced acknowledgement on her.

I stumbled upon a room, to which I think the section of the abstract paintings. I love this section. It made me wonder what these people see in this work. How they enjoyed not seeing familiarity, or maybe it's just me not seeing anything familiar. It's tricky right? and I like it. But I like it more how it trick people to pay coins for these. Kidding.

I realize the room was beginning to get filled by a bunch of people so I decided to moved away, and go to the next part. I can still here all their hushed talk about the paintings, Some enjoyed it quietly, And some took a lot of pictures. We enjoy things differently I guess.

I moved to the last piece of the section, and to my surprise It was blank. The most awaited part of this section is nothing but a blank canvas. I'm not even sure if it is painted blank or it wasn't painted at all. The piece is putted and covered with a glass and called " the portrait of love".It has nothing, but surprisingly I see myself.