cacian
01-25-2012, 12:58 PM
Jovel stood in a moment of total contemplation looking at the paiting he had spotted earlier from a shop window on as he was his way to the studio.
Today he had gone into the shop to see it up close and personal.
He did not know what it was or what it meant.
''What was it he wanted to find in it'' was baffling.
He felt compelled to it as if, a force has drawned him to it, like a quiet voice flashing colours wanting him to notice it.
He stood himself straight in front of it gazing at it when his thoughts began to drift away, sending him into a place of warmth, somewhere different calmer almost.
He felt lighter as if surreal took over real . It felt unique and wonderful.
He moved a little away, ran his hand in his longish hair, moved a little forward, squinted at the painting, then stepped backward again.
It was symphonically gravitating almost girating, something about this painting that hanged solely on this wall had him gripped.
He wished he had a bit more time to stand there and work it out.
The image painting and him lasted almost a five minute trance, but all this time his reflection on the painting had sobered up his mind, which took him up to a sharper, other world, something he always wished for everytime he needed a change of air.
Today he had gone into the shop to see it up close and personal.
He did not know what it was or what it meant.
''What was it he wanted to find in it'' was baffling.
He felt compelled to it as if, a force has drawned him to it, like a quiet voice flashing colours wanting him to notice it.
He stood himself straight in front of it gazing at it when his thoughts began to drift away, sending him into a place of warmth, somewhere different calmer almost.
He felt lighter as if surreal took over real . It felt unique and wonderful.
He moved a little away, ran his hand in his longish hair, moved a little forward, squinted at the painting, then stepped backward again.
It was symphonically gravitating almost girating, something about this painting that hanged solely on this wall had him gripped.
He wished he had a bit more time to stand there and work it out.
The image painting and him lasted almost a five minute trance, but all this time his reflection on the painting had sobered up his mind, which took him up to a sharper, other world, something he always wished for everytime he needed a change of air.