I WAS LAZILY BROWSING on the contents of my pc last night until i stumbled upon this jpeg image. nostalgia hit me again like a big yellow school bus. memories could sometimes bite.
this was a remake of a painting i made when i was still attending junior high. the original was made using acrylic paint on canvas. it was entitled, to our secret place, after a book a i wrote. it took me less than a week to make it. this one, however, was made using MS Paint on my computer. only took me five hours to make this one, binging on burgers and ice cold cola whenever my eyes got tired or my wrist screamed of agony from acute carpal tunnel syndrome. i am quite comfortable using paint than adobe when making paintings like these. the texture was quite similar from that of oil pastels, which was my medium of choice when i was still in touch with my artistic side.
i gave the original painting to glad, the girl who gave me this painting. the painting she gave me was made using water color on canvas, and it still hangs on a wall in my room. as for the painting i gave her, i am really not sure. i could imagine it in a trash can right now or in a stinking dumpsite. perhaps it's all ashes now. broken. like the feelings she used to have for me. or maybe it's still with her. in her drawer. in a box under her bed. under her pillow? no. that would be impossible, because she had moved on already and i am glad she had.
of all the things i gave her including the books i wrote, the letters and the mixtape, the painting was the only one she decided to keep. she returned everything else when our relationship ended and i am glad she decided to keep it. at least there is something she still possess that could remind her of our story. of the dreams we had made using colors dancing on canvases. of the love i had tried to say using my bare hands. i hope the painting's still intact, unlike the love i used to forge such immortal art. her's still whole though. silent behind a glass, hanging on my wall. covered in dust...
"A writer is a keeper of memories..."