Untitled 2 (An Apocalyptic Painting)

A Maroon evening. A Blue mountain in the distance is visible, with Grey forests covering nakedness of the abdomens of the mountain. A solitary Birch tree stands in the forefront, shifted towards the right, an unusually Red Birch. So Red you'd think it was dead by now. A boy sits below the tree. A seemingly tired boy. Blue hairs veil a pale White face from us. We cannot see his face, but a frozen tear dangles near his chin. One of his hand rests on the Sepia-toned grass. Two Ash smitten joints roll on the grass before him. In the far left corner of the canvas we can see a bare-footed girl running away towards the mountains. We can't see her face. But her bleeding feet stabs a dagger in our eyes. Her Green scarf waves like an ominous signal.


The canvas remains still, only the colour of the sky slowly turns bright Black. This Black now starts bleaching the canvas. First the mountain, then the forest, then the boy and his tree, and atlast the girl. The canvas becomes Black.


You need to read this piece with eyes closed, or else you won't be able to see the painting. Happy reading :)