Friday, June 24, 2011

I loved Paintings.

It was hot, a few 50 degrees in that shell, bereft of light, any of it- blue, red, green. None. As he stepped some moves in the black way, something inflexible held him.
He knocked it and the old wooden door fell down effortlessly.

Bullshit!

Will the painting let me go out now, or ever? 


8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha. i love paintings too...but being trapped inone might not be fun...

Alice Audrey said...

I visualize Harry Potter without a password.

Kavita said...

I have often wondered what it be like to be "frozen" inside a painting... *sigh*.. and had even written a poem on it once..

A shell it must be.. wheww!!

Belinda said...

Some paintings really are enormous! The irony here is, if this were to happen in some parts of the world, folks would be more worried about the thousand year old art than the person it fell on. Ouch.

Monkey Man said...

Eternally frozen in time. Ever to live in the color you have been given. Nice.

G-Man said...

Hey...This was fantastic!
In a Dorian Gray sort of way...
Loved your 55...Wow!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....G

Jingle said...

love it,
a fantastic feel in your words.

beautiful art/poem in 55 words.
cheers.

Leo said...

I tried visualizing the painting's mind once, didn't come out that well! To be trapped inside one must be so hard! Well written!