October 24, 2013

  • Alice's Painted World

    Paint scraped the canvas, slow at first. Almost unintentional, almost innocent, attempts to cover the bland, white square before the artist.

    Scenes painted from memories wished, a world brushed on to please the viewer. 

    The artist crashed through the looking glass with no desire to return. Landing in a world unknown, bright and colorful.

    The thicker the paint, the light became dark and the dark became light. Contrast extinguished, and shadows tricked the eyes.

    The canvas became splattered with imagination, while a mix of reality and words filled the gaps. Hours drifted, days disappeared - stolen from the artist and the onlooker.

    "What harm could a painted picture do?", wondered the artist, as paint began to flood the room, swallowing everything within its reach.

    The painting grew. It swelled, contorted, became a monstrosity.

    Grabbing the artists heart, the white became a mucky blur. Paint covered the portal through the looking glass, almost preventing escape.

    Wisps of color distracted from the shattered glass that fell at the artist's feet. She picked up the pieces she chose to.
    The white continually beckoned behind the scene.

    Shards began to shred the painted canvas, as she grasped to hold onto both worlds. Reluctant to return to the land of white and grey.