The
light was shining brightly. The windows of the room were open. It was dawn and so the natural air was filled
in the room. The air smelt sweet. The room glowed bright yellow. The large
table was of glass, a very thick glass. A lizard lay on the glass. It seemed
real and alive as if breathing. Its colour and lines all shone brightly.
Yet
it was unreal when it was felt by a touch. It was a glass painting. The table
was painted with a beautiful scene. The lizard, the flowers, and the bees all
covered this scene. The whole glass painting looked beautiful individually. It
felt warm and real and alive as a whole.
An
oil painting lay in the room. It pictured the sun setting and a beach. On the
beach a small crab looked on at the setting of the sun.
Zooming
around the room a plain art slab lay on a smaller table. It had a clean white
sheet of paper. Some vibrant colours lay beside on the table. The sheet glowed
so bright it looked as if even the white had been painted.
The
hue of the sheet slowly changed to a light sky blue. The brush strokes covered
it smoothly. Now thin black brush strokes crept up and ran through the whole
blue forming a dark contrasting web. The contrast of the web looked beautiful
with the blue background.
At
a quarter of a distance from the center to the left a small oval shape was
made. Its long eight legs covered that area. Even its very tiny hairs were
visible. These tiny hairs showed how it attached itself to the web it had made.
The silkiness of the web made it glow dark.
The
oval that was made lit with two white pels. These pels were two yet they looked
more than two. This was due to the spider that stood at the top of the
painting. But unlike the previous one this eight-legged beauty had a smile.
One
by one the areas of the painting got covered with pairs of pels till it had
only eyes. The painting was now dark with eyes all over it. Slowly but steadily
the eyes shut down and all was dark.
The
flat slab was having a dark sheet over it. The sheet was removed and a new sheet
put on which was again all white. Thus the flat slab remained on the small
table to be used for one painting after another………
© Aditya Subramanian, 2020
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