Illustra

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
"Life imitates art or was it the other way around?"

Submitted: October 12, 2018

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I used to visit this art gallery down by the Ademus Street. The gallery was simply called “Illustra.”

I would spent hours looking at the fascinating paintings that for some reason, most people would find not inspiring enough.

For one thing, almost if not all of the artworks would be “blurry” with streaks of lines going in every direction with no particular theme or object in focus.

On that day, as I spent hours and hours, watching one artwork after another, I noticed that if I were to stare at one painting look enough before going on to the next one, the “after image” from my vision would be able to “combine” it with the next painting. 

And this would go on and on until I’ve reached approximately 8 paintings before I noticed that the “image” in my vision was no longer “blurry.”

Bits and pieces from each of the painting began to paint a bigger “picture” that was so massive, that it was actually taking up the space on the wall and floor.

I was sure that if I give it enough time, it would have eventually reached the ceiling. It was absolutely fascinating to see what was practically a “fantasy scenery,” that would one could only envision and paint but now lay before me with trees, waterfalls, white fluffy clouds, panoramic view of distant valleys and mountains and at some point, I began to noticed what looked like human figures that began to “paint” themselves on the “canvas.”

As I look closely, they appear to be walking around aimlessly in the “painting,” almost as if they were searching for something.

“Excuse me, do you know the way out?” said an elderly man who happens to passing in front of me.

“Uh..”

For some reason, I felt a chill going through my spine. I immediately began looking around as if trying to locate the exit eventhough it was no more than a few feet away.

“Sir..sir…can you take me home?” said another boy of about 5 years old.

Then suddenly, every single one of those people began to take notice of me.

“He knows the way out! He has too!” shouted someone.

I didn’t think twice about backing away from them and that was when I realized that the “painting,” had “taken over,” the gallery and it was moving at a rapid pace as every bit of what was once the walls and floor have now become part of the “scenery.”

“Take us with you! Help us!”

The next thing I know, I was panting and almost shouted when I dashed for the door that was almost “invisible,” by then. I had my hand at the handle but it felt like it was already too late.

Just when I thought all hope was lost.

“Sir? Sir?”

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. The caretaker was standing next to me.

“What?” I asked.

“Sorry for the intrusion but it’s five minutes to closing time.”

“Is it?” I looked at my watch.

“Uh..ok..” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I see you are taken by this particular piece of art,” said the man.

That was when I turn to look at the painting again. A few seconds later, I realized that it was the first painting I had been looking at since I got in.

“You have been standing there for almost 3 hours without barely even moving, I was getting worried.”

“I was? But how?”

“Maybe you’re just trying to figure out the true meaning of this masterpiece.”

He looks at the painting as well.

“But might I give you a piece of advice, sir. Just don’t over-analyze it, you don’t want to get in too deep or you might get lost, so to speak that is.”

“Yes..yes..of course.”

I didn’t say much afterwards. I gave those nonsensical blurry lines one last look before heading for the exit.

I never went back to the gallery and after sometime, I heard they moved away.

Perhaps it’s best that I don’t step inside another art gallery anytime soon.


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