Canvas of a New Life
He wiped me down with clumsy care, taught himself to cook plain porridge, and slept on a narrow folding chair by my bed every night, fully dressed, just to be near.
The day I was discharged, sunlight bathed the seaside town in gold. Nathan pushed my wheelchair, a cashmere blanket he had bought draped over me.
Six months later, he rented the only art gallery in town and sponsored my very first solo exhibition.
He named it 'Rebirth'.
The bright, spacious hall was filled with the work I had poured my soul into for half a year.
Storm-dark seas before a tempest. Iridescent light shimmering on rocks after rain.
A daisy blooming toward the sun from a bookstore window.
Bab Populer