Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Art is the Message

Can words convey the message of a piece of art? This is my attempt

A large square room. Total emptiness.
Black walls; black floor; black ceiling.
The room is bright, but no light source is to be seen, as if the air itself is glowing.
I cannot see where one wall starts and the other ends, where the floor or the ceiling end.
Shadowless black.
A white cross in the middle. 
I approach it, and stands at its center.

A small window opens in the ceiling, straight over my head.
Enough to show me the grayness of the clouds.
Never before did I notice the full rainbow of grays that blend into each other.
Then, a small patch of blue
And a ray of yellow.

The window above my head shuts.
Blackness again.
Blackness without beginning or end.
The light dims.
Too gradual to notice the change.
But I can see my feet no longer.
Nor my hands.


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Snow White confronts the queen to discuss her attempted murder

“No,” bellowed Snow White. “Killing me is not the proper way to resolve our differences. I'd expect from a queen your age to act more maturely."

“Well, maturity is not what made me a queen. Being a queen is all about effectiveness. It's about time you should learn it, young princess.”

“But you failed. What does it say about you?”

The two remained quite, until Snow White could stand the uncomfortable silence no longer.

“I'm going to tell Dad,” she said eventually.

“And this you consider mature? Lets solve it, the two of us, here and now, once and for all. No fathers, no dwarfs.”

“And no mirrors,” added Snow White, making a threatening step toward the mirror.

“No, not my mirror. Leave my mirror alone,” cried the queen. But she was late. Without a hint of mercy in her heart, Snow White lifted a club from an empty armor in the corner, and with a large swing of her body, she smashed the mirror she hated so much.

“Help me,” cried the mirror, as it's shards blasted through the air and scattered on the floor, where they stayed until the cleaner swept them away.

The End