“The Ocean” - Digital Drawing - 2017
« Once there was a solitary woman, who lived in a cottage in the middle of the woods, she decided long ago to live far away from others, surrounded only by nature and silence. She was an Artist and would spend the days painting and drawing in her cottage.
One day Death came to visit her to take her away, and before Death entered the cottage It thought her life would be an easy one to take, for Death knew she seemed to have no one that was close to her and cared about no one else, her voluntary enclosure suggested she was not enjoying life anymore. To Death’s surprise, upon entering her chamber and seeing her Death felt a sharp prick in a tender inner part of itself, as if a sword had pierced its core. Death could not take her away that day; instead It withdrew to one of the empty corners of the chamber to watch her, while trying to understand the previously undiscovered feeling it had. Death watched her drawing spellbound by her performance always accompanied by a smile, when night fell Death left the cottage to come back the very next day and take her away with certainty.
The next day a resolute Death came to visit the woman again, however once it crossed the cottage’s entrance and saw the woman, for the second time, it felt the exact same sharp prick as the day before, and paralyzed by the feeling Death decided to only watch her from the distance and situated in the same empty corner of the chamber as the day before. Death contemplated her while drawing and smiling once more and every so often it would see her standing up; approaching a window, scrutinizing the scenery and whispering something inaudible to the winds, always accompanied by a touching smile. Once again at night fall Death left the cottage.
In the coming days Death would visit the woman, would stand in the corner and would watch her drawing; painting, smiling, scrutinizing the scenery and whispering to the winds and by the end of the day Death always left without her.
One day, after many, many days, Death did not stand in the same corner of the woman’s chamber but close to the window and when the moment came and the woman approached the window to observe the scenery and whispered, death came closer to her and its tender inner core was stirred by what Death heard, for a moment It turned its sight to the painting the woman worked that day and felt how a sense of peacefulness and rapture filled its existence, thereupon Death extended its arms in the air and caught the already outstretched woman`s arms waiting to be caught and, like a choreography of a dancers romantic embrace, both; Death and woman blurred into the air.
Her whisper was “I am grateful to you, grateful to you for this life, this life you have permitted me to borrow, I have used it to leave a piece of me; of who I am, some of my thoughts in this world, once I am long gone, I have decided to give my life for my passion and leave this passion to the world and I have no remorse, today I have finished my last painting, the last of all, I am grateful to you for waiting all this time and I am ready to be taken away from you, my dear Death.” And her last piece of art was; the painting of the last and long embrace between herself and Death. » A0
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