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Story About My Painting - Colour of My Passion

Often I have something to tell, but I can’t really do it in words. I am kind a weak in describing things. That is when I will start to paint.

I will paint to describe how I feel about something. This is a painting about how I feel about my passion.Sometimes, the painting came out not as what I thought from the first place. I thought of something else but as it gets on going, something else came out.

First

I was sitting in a reception of an office, waiting for my turn to be served. I was spending my time watching the peoples passing by. Watching randomly, I saw a guy, walking before me. Empty without emotion. Means, from the face, I could see how empty is it inside his heart. I cant see the heart, but the face is telling the heart all about. Pale without soul. Empty face is what I called.

From the way he dressed I knew he is working 8 to 5. Maybe he get bored of what he is being doing. Maybe he is being forced to do thing. Maybe he is living in a life which he doesn’t want to. Maybe he doesn’t know what he wanted to do. Maybe he only knew about what he was asked to do. Maybe he got no…passion.

Then I noticed, he is not alone. I started to see more and more people with empty faces. People similar to him. One by one passing by. More and more.

But in between them, I also saw people with fresh face. People who his soul is alive. I can’t see the soul, but the face is telling the soul all about. Faces with enthusiasm. Souls with different colours. Faces with soul is what I called.

Second

That day I went back, sitting in my room and questioning myself. Why they looked so empty, why the rest were not.

Then I noticed, it’s the passion in their soul that would make them alive. They are dead without passion in their soul. Living like a robot. Merely a machine to complete a task by their superior. A heartless heart waiting wages at the end of month. They have nothing than that.

I wished that I wont be like them. But how could I know? I see myself through a mirror.

I saw my face, I saw my soul. I drew some line on my soul about what I have and what I want. What I really want. How I wished to be. Finding how could I trigger the passion.

I saw some fire burning. Fire from my mind. Heating up my passion. The emotion emerged.

Third

I took a canvas, and spread some colours. I let my mind goes freely. Try to paint up about my passion. Try to paint up my emotion.

How’s the colour of the passion and what the emotion looks like.

I paint all day till the canvas is fully occupied with colours. Then I sit and see the just painted canvas.

Sitting in a distance. Watching in patience.

Then I noticed, there is something between the strokes. Hidden but peeps out. It was there, but not that obvious. I gave the second thought and it was still there.  I gave the third and it was still there. There is a figure in between the strokes. It was never planned to be there at first place, but now it looks like it is something that could make this whole painting more something.

I added some other tones, bright and brighter to highlight the silhouette. At the end it emerged in harmony with other strokes. A figure, between the burning passions. Just like a re-born soul. A hidden soul lies inside the passion. As the passion starts to burn, the soul rises.

I put the painting on the wall, facing to my bed. So that when I wake up, I will always be boosted up.

This painting is a way for me to remind myself about my passion. I wish to keep this passion burning. I wish my soul will always alive throughout my life.

Do you have passion in your heart? What is the colour you gave to your passion? Chill..