This week’s painting is an acrylic on canvas by the artist Divya Behl and is entitled Through the Painting 1.
“That’s a beautiful painting.” She gazed at it in awe.
“Why yes it is, madame. Would you like to purchase it? The price is $999!
Alex choked, “I’ll come back later”
The saleswoman looked disappointed, and shooed her away. Alex stared at the painting once more though and in a whispered vow to herself breathed, “this one’s a keeper.”
Alex was tempted, too tempted. She couldn’t bear the temptation. She had to have it.
With the moon shining down like a crystal. Alex was eagerly waiting for the guards to leave. However, when she found herself still standing there 15 minutes later she sighed and stomped in. “Hey! You can’t be in here! Young lady I’m talking to you! Hey!”
“Would you shut up?!” she snapped, frustrated. Both guard’s jaws dropped open in disbelief. Taking this obvious opportunity, Alex swung her leg at the first one, catching him flush and knocking him out cold. The second guard trembled in fear, and with one glare, ran away clumsily.
She was in. Creeping up the eerie staircase, in an eerie museum, with some eerie noises. It seemed as though the characters in the paintings were taunting her, teasing her. It was like they were telling her, “You know you want to steal me. Imagine how much money you could make!”
“ENOUGH!” Alex shouted into the nothingness.
Her outburst echoed into the darkness.
Rows and rows of paintings hung before her, all with simple wooden frames - except one, that hung alone and seemingly cast in its own light source. Alex launched herself towards it, running, running, running. But it was still just as far away. What sort of illusion was this? What was happening?
It was then that a gust of wind seemed to lift her from her feet and carry her toward the painting as it hung on the wall. Then it carried her through and beyond the painting and into the air and sky beyond. It carried her high the wind surging below her as she soared ever upwards into the air like a bird.