Art

A Chapter by FrozenTears

I went back to my room and picked up my pencil to start drawing. My uncle never buys me anything special. Just basic needs, such as clothes and supplies needed for school. Having pencils and plain papers being the only thing he actually buys for me that I can use to draw, I’ve got to work with what I got. Not that having other art supplies matters. I hated seeing colors. Purple was the color of bruises, reminding you of pain you constantly and will continue feeling. Green was the color of jealousy, envy, and hatred, that symbolized the terrible place the world is today.

The worst color of all is black. Black….color of darkness, sign of evil. But most importantly, opposite of white, my favorite color. White is the color of light, so that we can see other things. White, the dull color. But isn’t that who I am? A dull person who has nothing better to do than to draw 24/7?

The only colors that I don’t hate other than white were blue and yellow. Blue held a strong resemblance to white, and they look so well together that it is forgotten they are 2 different colors. Yellow was the brightest color after white, being the only color that wouldn’t be obvious if put on a white paper.

Aside from black, the colors I hated the most were red and orange. They’re the color of fire, the same reason why my parents died when I was 4. Though yellow technically was a color of fire, I think of it more as the light fire releases, not the fire itself.

I picked up my pencil and started tracing a family. A mother, a father, and their twos sons enjoying a picnic. The mother wore a V-neck sweater with a necklace while the father wore a type of clothings fishermans usually wore. The taller or older boy was picking up a sandwich, while the shorter or younger boy was sipping on juice.

Next, I sketched a tree above them, and added a riverbed on the bottom of the hill the family sat in. The tree was blossom, because of that song my grandmother always sang to me in moments of sadness, called “Still of Blossom”. It’s about missing a loved one that doesn’t come back, while nature directs how much time has passed by. Though I wished the tree in the song was plum blossom, not peach. Plum blossom is one of the only three plants that still grows during the winter, yet it’s the most beautiful one of them all.

I finished drawing and stared at it, then tore it up. A girl can always dream, but she can never get everything she desires. So then why bother in so much effort for dreaming, when it could eventually disappoint you and leave you in even more sorrow?

I went over to the minishelf and picked up the two presents my grandmother had given me when I was 5 that I treasure the most: a needle like hairpin used in ancient China left by my mother, and a golden ring left by my father. Having these being with me almost makes me feel like I’m with my parents again. Almost.

I now stared back at the window. The sun looked about 4 inches from the horizon. The clock in my room said it was 4:00 P.M. already. I haven’t even ate my lunch yet. I held the hairpin and ring close to my heart and a tear rolled down. Another lonely day has passed by.

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