but well, blurry it was a single strand of flowers with a muted pallet similar to this:
That was the exact vibe of that painting, it was blurry but I could see through it, I was so tempted to take it, I was ready to find the kid who painted it and request and if he said “no” I was ready offer my lunch money to take it home with me but I didn’t want weird looks so I just left it…
———————————————————@Natasha Tess
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Arts value is not in the creativity, brush strokes or perfection, sometimes it’s what feeling is shared by light reflected by color on a sheet of paper/canvas… Some artist are truly impressive and deserve recognition but that “feeling” is not created by a direct meaning such as a tree growing out of a persons head painting, but understanding an experience with no words…
I believe it was the last week of October in 2024, I walked into school, and I am usually the earliest, I walked past the enclosed and dark hallway towards my classroom that was at the very end of the hallway, I went in set up my gorgeous table and had nothing to do till school starts, so for some instinct I walked into the massive hall (Gym class too) that was led in buy a massive door, but instead of and empty room, I walked into a small art exhibition, I figured it might have been some exhibition the day before that they didn’t take down…
I would love to share a story of my own. I’m only 17 and not a millionaire but I’ve once had a temptation to buy a piece of art work…
Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support.
I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized.
he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that.
he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened.
he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence.
i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me
i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction.
after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly.
things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it.
we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe …
our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far?
this has upset me so much its hard to even function.
The realistic drawings I mistook as real images were impressive, if I had that in my house I’d definitely praise the ghost artist every time I walked past it but the second not well done painting that feelings, it was born out a lot of passion, sure it was “bad” but sometimes we all try so hard, try to make the best of everything we love but what we end up with can be far less than what we’d expect… With that said, I found comfort in that painting, from the colors to the general feeling, it just resonated with my soul, it was like “I can make this appealing for the eyes by a few pen strokes but I will never recreate the same” I do art myself and I often mind my art boring and expressionless looks ok, appealing to anyone enough to say “oh alr, she can draw ig” but not show how I truly feel, I loved art because I wanted it to be my expression but in the end I found myself being more lost by the thirst being “accepted”. I have an image in my mind to be translated into a comprehensible piece of work that people like me can look at share the feeling with but I can’t….
I found myself drawn to it, it was perfectly empty-perfectly full.. If i describe it’d feeling, I’d say a rainy day, the sky is gray, rain drops falling onto trees and plants, me sitting by my window looking outside by myself… true emptiness, just me not even my thoughts (that lowkey usually ruin my day).
I began to explore the art from each end, I was greeted with a picture of a woman, a vintage style car and a middle aged man, I was like “aight cool pics of vintage stuff” and got closer, but that's when I noticed, the pencil strokes… they were indeed not photographs but actually drawings, I was truly impressed that must have took so much dedication, effort and time; realism of that level is insane talent I kept walking examining all of the art work, mostly copy paste generic stuff like the sunset, sunrise and a bunch of lines and tropical landscapes that made me barf but as I kept on walking a watercolor painting caught my eye, it was blurry, the watercolor was not even done correctly, it looked something like this:
I feel so attached and in love with a dead celebrity. My love for anyone else is overshadowed by my love for him. What does this mean?
