Autumn put her auburn hair in a messy bun as her dark brown eyes roam around her art studio. When her gaze landed on her full-sized mirror, she walk towards it and stare for a moment. She softly brushes her long eyelashes. For her, on her 21 years of existence, she really believed that her eyes is the most beautiful part of her, the way it blinks, the way it expresses the things she can’t say but want others to notice and the way it shows emotions.
She brushes her black tank top and her ripped denim shorts. Acrylic paints are all over her. Her gaze returned to the mirror and she looks on it as if it’s a painting from a museum.
Her, in a middle of an unorganized room. Brushes, crumpled papers, palettes and paints. Various colors are on her arms, thighs and cheeks.
She smiled. She loved how art embraced her personality. She loved how her art healed her from the world and how it didn’t leave her when she needed something -- someone, who will mend her.
She’s aware that the world is cruel and brought nothing but pain but she also believed to the saying: Don’t let the world change you.
Every after she sleeps and even an hour before her father’s death, he told her that “You deserve the love you keep trying to give the world”.
Like her Dad, they both have a big heart. Her Dad used to tell her that he’s afraid that the world might hurt her like it did to him. She always assured her Dad that indeed, she have a good heart but she is strong and will not let others to take advantage of her or even take her for granted. She can love with all her might be she also know her worth.
At least once every month, she visits her Dad’s grave together with her sketch pad. She sketches there how the environment there changed. How the flower beside the grave, wilted and bloom again. She felt relieved every time she does this. It reminds her how people hurt her but art helped her to find happiness when someone leaves. A new artwork from a new pain. ##