The Extreme Time
8 Eps. Lecture Life Alana 2
I'm Alana, I've been 20 years majoring in art. My college world is full of colors like a painting painted with lots of colored paint. My college life went well even though I ran out of ideas once and twice to show my latest work. But mother is not a big deal my two best friends and Raka helped me a lot to take me around town every time I started running out of ideas and even traveling outside the area to find new things that other artists have never described.
This year, I was given the precious opportunity to show my art in an art gallery. My work on display is coupled with the work of national and international artists. It felt like a dream to be able to display my work in an art gallery. Especially with my idol artists. This is the beginning of a dream from my dream.
In the exhibition I was given the opportunity to display two of my best works. I was displaying a painting of the sunset with a girl staring at him, well it was me. The second I displayed a closed door with both chains stretched over the entire door. A dark door that loses its key that is tightly closed without being able to be opened. It was like my heart, in the exhibition I was given tickets for 3 people. That person is of course Father and Mother. And the other one was actually about to give to Ale but he refused to say the exhibition would not be exciting so he refused. Dennis can't have any events on campus. That's why I gave it to Raka. It was my father's idea, but I didn't think it was a bad idea so I gave it to him. He looked at me happy to get that ticket.
That day, she came in a black suit she looked very charming. My father was the same while my mother wore a simple knee-length dress.
Their mom and dad were so proud of me they were smiling all over the show. They both look enthusiastic to see the other paintings. He walked with me, my father told me to accompany him. He had since been staring silently at the painting that had passed. Until he finally stopped at my painting a sun-drowning painting with the girl staring at him.
"This painting is your work, isn't it?" tanyanya enthusiastically
"Heem"
"What is the philosophy of this painting?"
"Waiting"
"Someone who is expected to return"
"This painting of the door is also your work?" I nodded
"Your work attracts Alana"
"Thank you"
At that time I did not realize I was saying clearly the contents of my heart that I had been quieting for so long. I also didn't realize when he understood the painting so well.
Since then my work began to be liked by many people, I often participate in exhibitions displaying my latest work. Little by little my name began to be known to people, but it became a burden for me. A lot of people are waiting for my work, I almost always run out of ideas to become the next work material. At that moment he understood with understanding as if he was always taking me around the city. Staring at the other colors of the city that has not highlighted many people.
The life that I have always considered unattractive, it turns out solely because I am not grateful for all this. How many people on the outside want a decent life like the one I went through but I seemed to close my eyes that what I am living now is more than enough to be grateful for. Whether it's about the economy or family or friends, everyone deserves to be grateful. I now know it is not not not knowing himself I always ask for more when what I have has been greatly improved.
