Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your Me-ness!

Only ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, the painting Damian used as Door is taking this all too literally. Something is happening in the Navel and this artistic expression of Damian’s ‘wish’ is at the center of it.

Picking up where we left off on Saturday, Peter observes with growing alarming the changes happening to the painting, along with Christopher’s reaction to them…

 

A humming, almost like an echo of his words ricocheted through the shop.

Christopher stared at the painting with wide eyes. He licked his lips and took a step forward. “Damian, is that you?”

The white cracks rippled into branches. This was the trick of the paint, connecting it with what lay Beyond the Door.

An abstract could be anything the viewer saw. This anything could be real on the Other Side.

The cracks appeared to be branches, but the branches resembled bony fingers. Fingers which could clutch and claw.

I visualized all these possibilities, gleaming on canvas. Fingers, bones, cracks, and branches. All of them were connected to a single, gleaming white will.

Anyone who has told you white is the color of goodness is wrong. It’s an absence of color. It’s a haughty rejection of such things. It only accepts the purest. It will drain any color of its vividness to get at the pure white within it.

All of these things ran through my mind, but they weren’t my thoughts. I was connecting to this art in a bizarre, intimate way. I sensed the artist’s prejudices, splattered across the canvas. For they were alive and awakening. At any moment, they would reach out of the painting.