The painter in the sky
There she sat, facing a window that matched the size of the wall. Through the crystal clear glass, Siv glanced at the nothingness, and her eyes came back to the canvas. Brush in one hand, and the color wheel in the other, she began to pick the colors. The temperature in the clouds was right, and Siv felt inspired.
With swift movements of the fingers, the brush she held danced over the texture of the linen. Quick strokes, some of them gentle, some of them vigorous, began to bring out a scene. A beach, touched by soft lighting; the sea, kissing the shore where traces of steps marked the sand.
Over the tones of blue of the sky, Siv extended the colors she had gleaned with so much care. The sunglow, the sunray, the sunset orange. In a masterful manner, she mixed and splashed and spread the oil paints. And at last, after a nameless amount of time (what is time?), the spectrum of colors was complete. Violets, blues, oranges, and reds formed a perfect array. Beams of scarce sunlight, scattered by the haze of the sky, lingered on the canvas.
Siv looked through the window and sighed, delighted. The emptiness was no more. Pushing the easel back with a touch of her slipper, she leaned back on her seat and closed her eyes. Light and time ebbed away. Then, a slight tiptoeing sound brought her senses back.
"Who's there?" Siv's voice echoed in the hall, and it sounded like music. Walking out from the shadows at the far end of the room, a child approached her, with tears in his eyes. "Oh, my dear, come here, come here". Siv opened her arms to welcome the child on her lap and hugged him tightly. The child sobbed louder. "Oh, my dear, it's okay, you are safe". Her voice exuded pain, as well as love.
"I'm sorry you had to leave them so soon. It was time." The child squeezed her body with his little hands and cried, in silence this time. Siv felt her heart fill with infinite compassion and kindness. "Would you like to see your parents one last time?", she asked. Raising his face and staring at her with watery, big, blue eyes, the child nodded.
Siv let out a smile and leaned down to pick up a blank canvas.
I'd like to thank you for reading this. I hope my words resonated with you in some way. If they did, or even if they didn't, I'd like to further connect with you, so I invite you to drop a comment and I'll answer it as soon as I can.
Sources of the images:
📷 by Igor Kasalovic
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I will never understand how someone can put so much into so few words. Yes, there are like 450 words but they seem few into what's being described here. Painting can be such a beautiful way to deal with emotions in a cathartic way. I love how you incorporated that into Siv's character in this little world you created.
I need to cut down the people I follow, I am not seeing your work enough.
Thank you for your lovely comment! I appreciate that you like my work 💙🌊
Siv is the name of Thor's wife in the Norse mythology. It seemed very fitting for a woman that devoted her days to paint beautiful scenes in the sky. Siv, as a character for my universe, is also the welcoming embrace for kids that die too young.
Did you notice that on the story? 😊
Regardless of the religion, I believe that God is a woman, or at least should be. Kind, protective, understanding...
And yes, that's why I don't follow that many people, so I get to see the content of my favorite authors asap haha those that I don't follow, I have them neatly organized in my lists 😄
I can't lie and say I knew the background. But I did pick up on that as a role, I will give myself a 7/10 for that.
I think it makes sense that's how you see God. I am not Christian but have read Genesis and there it says that God created human in his image, take away the certainty of a certain religion and I think you will find we also create God in our image.
I need to take a page out of your book in how to deal with my following list. Most of them are bots anyway that I didn't think were bots when I first started.
I actually don't believe in God. In any of its different representations throughout the cultures. But I do enjoy studying and understanding other people's experiences, and I imagine that a mother who has lost his son would love for him to be welcomed in the afterlife by a character like Siv. I based my story on that.
I just realized it might have something to do with the fact that one of my childhood friends died recently in an unexpected manner, and his mother has been suffering greatly. I guess this was kind of my way of sending her some comfort.
Also, some sunsets truly appear to be painted by someone!
I am sorry for your loss. I can relate to what you mean.
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Ha! Wonderful write! God is a woman. I agree! :)
Oh, thank you so much for your words of appreciation! They mean a lot, especially coming from you. I'm glad you enjoyed this story! 💙
You are more than welcome and sorry for the late reply! Time is not my own at the moment!
Wow what a story what a fascinating story filled with everything I love, the beach, painting, art, the colors you subtly describe are one of my favorites, the narrative prose is very rich in detail, the photo that adorns the post is simply spectacular, I really enjoyed your art in writing, you manage to introduce the reader in the story you tell us, thank you for sharing this story, receive my greetings and affection.🌹☕😉
Thank you for your words of appreciation and your support since my first week here on Hive! I'm glad you enjoyed the whole ambiance I crafted for this particular story.
I had to read this twice because it got my brain wandering. I was thinking about God embracing us in our pain. He would indeed reach out to us as children even though we are adults. We are children in comparison with all His wisdom and knowledge and experience and infinitum. Children who are children come to Him too, but I was thinking about even as old as we will ever be, we will still be as children.
Also, I relate with a Heavenly Mother who would do the same for us. Thank you, this got me thinking today.
Thank you for your thoughtful comment! I wrote this little story on a day where I was needing some comfort. I saw a beautiful sunset, and it inspired me to imagine a female character behind those works of art. A sensible woman who would also receive in her arms those children lost too soon. But you had an even more beautiful thought, that we are all children no matter how old our bodies appear. I hope she receives those 'children' too.