The Telltale Art
I gave my life to Art. No! I take that back. It’s more accurate to say that Art captured my soul. Yeah, that’s right–she’s a fickle mistress bound by no morality or reason.
She called me her muse. She romanced me, loved me. She ended me.
For the crime of inspiration she was judge, jury, and executioner of my fate. I’m now imprisoned in two-dimensional pastel.
Sometimes she comes alone and blesses me with a long lingering gaze. Other times, she displays me to guests. And cruelest times, she teases me by showing me the future projects she’s seducing.
I like it. It leaves the reader filling in a lot, but, IMO, that’s not a bad thing, so long as the momentum of the story makes the reader want to fill in. Good job.
Comment by joshua scribner — March 19, 2009 @ 7:50 am
Enjoyed this. Trapped within a painting.
Comment by jennifer walmsley — March 22, 2009 @ 4:16 am