Written by Jacob Ibrag
Room flooded with colors of the abstract persuasion.
Each corner competing to hold the eyes if only for a
moment in hopes to re calibrate the heart and the faded
soul. Black. White. Red. ‘Try to imagine a story within
these walls, let it take you away until you’re completely
lost. Only then can I paint you, when you’re unaware
of me and your surroundings.’ Taking in a deep breath,
she closes her eyes and opens them again. Panning her
attention towards the artist, she asks him why he decided
to pick her for this piece. ‘Those lips, they frustrate me.
At first glance, I tried to figure out the colors I’d use.
The steadiness of black, white and red. It’s not enough,
not at the least. It still wouldn’t replicate the intensity.
I’m confused by them and driven to get closer with
each stroke of paint. Yet I know that no matter how
close I get, I won’t ever touch the perfection that
is contained in those lips.’
Art by Ade Santora