how did it come to this?
if people were paintings, my very own would be an abstract. full of disturbing, unidentifiable edges. bursts of black, white and gray. specks of blink-and-you'll-miss-it colors, lost in a sea of monotone. swirls maybe... just utter confusion. that will be me.
my mom would be a painting ful of soft colors, a pastel. but none of those flowers and trees and butterflies you'll associate with this kinda painting, hers would be splotches of pastel colors on a jarring white background. no definition, no nothing. 'cause that's what she has become. a non-definitive painting too bland but would have been beautiful should a little more work been done on it.
my friends would be landscape paintings. not the kind of beautiful landscapes full of water and the sky - the epitome of peace - mind you, but landscapes full of people. explosion of activities, a sea of happy messes. full of life and laughter. in the busy flea market streets maybe. bright sunlight streaming through. the hustle and bustle of city life without the menace. families in the sun, laughter all abound. bright colors everywhere but short of being glaring. that's what kind of painting my friends would be like.
because its true.
