Tales and Fables
INSPIRED BY MY OWN WORKS AND OTHERS...
His parents, on the other hand, walked through the museum's corridors and galleries with enthusiasm, often stopping, much to Julian's dismay, and staring and pointing at the paintings, discussing the artists' techniques and the themes of the works. Julian's eyes wandered apathetically over the works as he pretended to listen to his mother.
- "Look at this painting, Julian!" - said the mother, trying to infect her son with her enthusiasm - Isn´t it beautiful?" Julian shrugged his shoulders. The father tried a different approach. - "And this sculpture? Each carving tells a story." Julian snorted softly, his eyes looking at the statue without actually seeing it. - "I would prefer a story that wasn't set in stone." He put his hands in his pockets and sighed. The mother smiled. - "There's so much variety here. What if we look for something you like, Julian?" "I don't know, mom" - Julian looked around. The parents exchanged an uncertain look, but continued to encourage Julian. "We want you to find something that resonates with you, that catches your attention." - said the mother. "Each work is unique, Julian," - his father added - "You might discover something you didn't even know you were looking for." With a disinterested shrug, Julian began to venture through the less explored corridors of the museum. Another boring day, he thought. But that day was destined to be different. First hesitantly, then a little more open to the idea, his gaze began to roam the works. Further ahead, in the last corridor, away from the crowds and away from curious eyes, Julian saw a work that seemed hidden in the shadows of the room. With hesitant steps, he approached the work, the vibrant colors standing out against the darker background of the room. As he approached, Julian saw a small corner of a field with grass and flowers, bordering a serene lake, and surrounded by trees that filtered sunlight through the leaves, creating shadowy patterns on the ground. On the horizon a castle perched on the banks of the lake. Absorbed by the painting, it seemed like a window to an enchanted world. Julian was drawn to the beauty of the painting and imagined the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze of the wind, the gentle murmur of the small waves of the lake on the shores. "Hello!" - echoed a soft voice in the room. He looked around, surprised. He looked for someone, but the room remained empty. Confused, he frowned and asked, in a low and hesitant voice - "Who's there?" A laugh filled the room - "Here, Julian! I'm here!" - Julian turned and looked at the painting, mouth open. In the center of the work, a girl the same age as him, with blond hair and curious eyes, sat by the lake. The girl smiled at Julian and waved, as if she had been waiting for him. Mouth open, he looked at the painting. "This can't be happening" - he thought, blinking his eyes several times. "I've been waiting for you, Julian. Come on!" - Intrigued, Julian reached out his hand, hoping to feel the texture of the canvas, the brushstrokes of the painting. To his surprise, his hand passed through the screen, as if it were a window. The girl smiled. - "Don't worry, Julian. You just need to believe." Julian took a deep, fascinated breath, and with a surge of courage, he climbed onto a small dark stone sculpture base and climbed up. The room slowly faded. He looked around, amazed. In front of him stretched the garden corner, with trees around it. The grass was real at his feet, he felt a soft and warm breeze, he heard the waves of the lake that reflected a clear blue sky. The girl was there, beside him, smiling. “You did it!”she exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy. "I'm so happy you decided to join me, Julian" - she said, offering him a shiny apple from the basket that rested on the grass beside her. "How... This is incredible!" - said Julian, delighted. The girl laughed. - "Welcome to my refuge, Julian. This is a special place, where art comes to life." "How did you know my name?" - Julian asked. He chewed the apple and savored the sweetness. "How did the painting do this?" - He looked back, expecting to see the dark room of the museum. He only saw the garden, the flowers, the trees and the lake. The girl looked towards the horizon. "This painting is special. It knows who you are and creates this magical space to welcome you." Julian frowned, trying to understand. - "As for me knowing your name, well, art has a way of telling stories, even those that haven't been written yet." "Unwritten stories?" - he asked. "Yes" - nodded the girl - "Paintings capture emotions and dreams. And somehow they attract those who have curiosity and imagination. Whenever someone looks at the painting with an open heart, it becomes alive. Was it you, Julian " - she smiled. - "Your curiosity and imagination spoke to this painting, and it responded." Julian absorbed her words, moved by the atmosphere of the place. The girl laughed, a clear, melodious sound. "And I'm so glad you came." Julian smiled back. The two continued to talk, sharing laughs and stories, as the twilight painted the scene with a palette of soft colors and the stars appeared shyly in the sky. The light from the stars transformed the lake into a mirror of constellations. A shadow crossed Julian's gaze. He looked back. Surprised, he saw the dark room of the museum again. "You're thinking about your parents." - said the girl smiling. - "I understand, Julian. Your world awaits you. But remember, this place will always be here when you decide to return." - the sparkle in his eyes reflected understanding. Julian stood up, feeling a mix of emotions. "I will remember this place forever." As he walked away from the edge of the lake, the girl waved to him. "Goodbye Julian! Until the next time your heart and imagination guide you back." With one last exchange of glances and a bittersweet smile, Julian walked towards the museum room. The soft colors began to fade as he walked. The brightness of the stars became less intense, the murmur of the breeze and the rustling of the tree leaves gave way to the silence of the dark museum room. Julian crossed the border between the enchanted world and reality. He turned around, blinking his eyes to adjust to the new reality. He was now looking at a simple canvas suspended on the dark room's wall. He remained there for a moment and then smiled. He left the dark room and looked for his parents. His steps on the polished floor of the museum were no longer boring, the works no longer seemed dusty, the sculptures seemed full of vivacity. "Julian!" - called his mother, smiling when she saw him. "Where have you been? We've been looking for you." He hugged his parents. "I want to go back!" - he exclaimed. The parents looked at each other and smiled. With each step taken alongside his parents, Julian looked forward to the next time, to more adventures that only his imagination could create. Comments are closed.
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