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Gone are the Days

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"Grey.

Gone are the days when anyone remembered any other colors, any other shades.
Gone are the days when anyone had the time to remember.
Gone are the days when anyone had the will to remember.
Gone are the days.

Like many others he rose to the echoing, repetitive sound of an alarm.
There’s no sun, no chirping birds, no children laughing playfully on their way to school.
He gets up, takes his first daily dose, goes to work. Work, work, work, goes home, takes his second daily dose, goes to bed. Day, after day.

News broke during one of the many days. A new creature had been found, washed upon the polluted shores, a creature of myths from the olden days, from the once colorful world. A mermaid, the informative bulletins called it, now in exhibit on a newly build Aquarium.
He ignored it, it was not of his interest, it did not contribute to his job nor did it affect his daily life. He goes to bed once more.

This break in routine seemed to have affected others though. On his way to work, walking down the same concrete pavement, next to the same black buildings towering over him there was now a sense of life.
People ran, people shouted. The big screen plastered on the Economics District transmitted the daily bulletin.
“Human Rights movements riot broke out in the Aquarium this morning. Participants demand that the discovered—“
The sound faded into that of sirens and more screaming.
His feet moved on his own, no thoughts, no feelings.
Grey, only grey. It was as he had just woken up from a long slumber.

He stood but inches from the thick glass. Behind it there she was.
She, him, it, didn’t matter. He stared at her, magnificent and strange. He could tell, she stared back. A gaze that thrust deep into his soul.
Soul. How did he know that word? Why was he thinking about it? Why was he thinking at all? How was he feeling?
He didn’t know and she didn’t know either.

Chaos all around them, bullets finding flesh and bone.
Fire eating away all that moved, all that stood still.
But they heard nothing, they saw nothing but each other.

They knew nothing but each other.
They felt nothing but each other.
No more grey, no more numbness. Just colors now.

Just colors."

- André Leitão

I asked a friend of mine, mid painting process, to write something that would give a non-love story background to the painting. When he delivered me the short story I cried because If it wasnt for the writing it wouldnt have been nearly as good. It's actually incredible how much it inspired me to not only achieve a certain ambient but to make it good enough for the story that, if i may add again, made me cry when i first read it.

I'd love to do more of these in the future: Start a drawing, ask someone to make a short story for it mid process and then continue until they both are in harmony. It's kind of like a braiding hair process? if that makes sense ahah

Soundtrack:
Sérgio Altamura - Les Mille Lumieres D'Anita
God is an Astronaut - All is Violent, All is Bright (album)

22.04.2013 - Paint Tool Sai

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