Week 5: "Living Art"

The acrylic paint occupies the floor. Caps and split paint do not shy away from the rooms presentation. Thankfully, there is a large white cloth that catches any pain that tried to make it onto the hardwood floors of the room. The window shines just a crest of light onto the canvas and the light is bright enough to be the only source of sunshine being exposed in to the interior building. This room has 4 walls, one with a door and all of them are colored white; the only exception is the canvas which is the wall parallel to the bed. The artist, covered in paint of various colors is types is undisturbed by their environment. The artist concentrates on completing the project as the process is never interrupted. In fact, even with the mess and lack of light, the artist is joyful more than anything, especially because they are comfortable in their own room.

The day is over when the sun light dimmers down and most of the caps are returned to their paint bottles. At this moment, the artist folds the white cloth that captured all the paint and stores it somewhere else. It is in this sequence they feel like they unintentionally painted beyond the canvas; with all of the various colors and splashed of paint, she feels like Jackson Pollock (only woman). This thought compliments her even without her being aware of her flattery. When everything is organized and tidy, she makes way for the other side of the bed to go to sleep. Tomorrow, she hopes to see her work displayed in front of her eyes. She is confident that her job will satisfy "the presence."

Story has it, after attempt to painting her room the first time, she woken up abruptly with a huge sound only to find the mural she did that day to seem as if it were vandalized. It took many tries but eventually, she accepted that she had an audience. This audience wasn't violent, only invisible and extremely critical. Tonight, she goes to bed with the same routine and is hopeful that this painting last. Otherwise, she'll have to do it again and challenge her perfect strangers. The canvas isn't a whiteboard, it's her bedroom wall parallel to her bed. It's their space.