Turning Hell into Heaven

Best healing

"The best healing is art"

Lusi stood in front of Dara, Dara's two daughters, mbok Inem and Rani.

By bending his body until the position of the ruku', one hand is set towards his slim stomach, one more hand outstretched a sign of illuminating.

Lusi is stylish like a leading tour guide.

"Hahahaha.style kayak most understand the same art"

Dara chuckles.

The others laughed.

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"Mother, Adek wants to snack"

Whine Alsava on Dara.

"Mmmm .. Are you bored?"

Dara asked by cupping her hand to her youngest daughter's chin.

Alsava.

"Ok but Adek jajan with mbok Inem yes, Mommy still wants to travel first" persuaded Dara.

"Okay Mommy" replied the little girl in spirit.

"Mbok, please help Alsava first yes"

Pinta Dara on Inem's mbok who has taken Alsava's hand.

"Yes neng" replied Inem.

"And this mbok, there are leaflets about this gallery as well so you can see the floor plan where the canteen is located"

Dara held out a wristlet wallet which was designed to be looped around her black wrist to Inem's mbok.

"I'm with Alsava too, okay?"

This time Lusi also whines to Dara.

"Sister's also coming with Bun"

It was Azkia's turn to whine.

"Rani, aren't you with them too?"

Dara asked Rani who had not heard her whining.

Rani nodded with a smile.

"Son, let me just nemenin Mom" said Rani.

"Related?" Ask Rani.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sure Ma'am" replied Rani.

Pass them all to the snack place aka canteen in this gallery which is famous for serving delicious food.

... ***...

Rani painstakingly follows the direction of the wheelchair that Dara controls.

Tracing one frame to another frame decorated with colorful tinge, planting the memory of an implied portrait of the reality of a life in the form of a painting.

Dara who incidentally likes painting and has taken painting classes feels amazed by the circumstances around her at this time.

From the outside, this gallery building has a minimalist architecture using only one color, namely white.

In it, just entered the gallery visitors have been suguhi the presence of trees and some types of flowers planted right in the middle of the building area.

The surroundings of this gallery look clean and luxurious with the use of gray marble on the floor.

Some hanging crystal lights not only reinforce the lighting in the room but also give a dramatic impression that spoils the eye.

Not to mention facilities that are not only complete but also adequate. As stated in the leaflet distributed by gallery employees when they just want to enter the front door of the gallery.

That this gallery is supported by several additional public facilities. Among others;

Worship place

Hall

Open space

and the most disturbing desire of Dara is existence,

Painting room

So it is true that Lusi's view that this place is the best healing.

...***...

There is absolutely no regret that Dara accepted Lusi's invitation to attend the exhibition of paintings of seasoned painters in this gallery.

Dara who felt depressed by the condition that he experienced lately now feels his burden drifting. Tired and his mound seemed to evaporate in the air.

Upset, sad, disappointed given by Lukman and Kiki and tired physically and tired of undergoing therapy with ice, doctor Angga, and, everything melts into a taste that deserves the name 'title'.

All the dark feelings that Dara felt were contained in the carvings on the canvas.

"Anged and sad"

The sound coming out of the mouth of the man in a flat cap type of brown color surprised Dara who was diligently moving her hands on the canvas.

Yep. Dara is painting.

Do not want to miss the opportunity of Dara to take advantage of the painting space provided by this gallery.

Who would have thought it turned out that there was someone other than Dara and Rani in this room and even more surprising to him, the man who looked five years younger than Dara seemed to understand very well about the painting because the meaning of the painting that Dara painted was indeed about anger and sadness as he said men that man just now.

"Classicism, Romanticism, Realism, Naturalism, Expressionism, Surrealism, Abstract, Gothic, Futurism, Constructivism? Which part of the lady?"

The boy was enthusiastic about Dara.

While his eyes were still full of twinkle in awe looking at the canvas containing paintings by Dara.

"Some, I'm not sure which part. All I know for sure is, I'm a color connoisseur"

Reply Dara who began to put her painting equipment onto the available table.

Dara controlled her wheelchair lever so that the assistive device for the paralytic automatically retreated some distance from the original place.

Dara looked at the results of his paintings that had either spent how many hours working.

"Why do you think it's angry and sad that come together?"

Ask Dara to the man she does not know her name.

"Because there is a memory of the inner experience that momentarily felt when I looked at Miss's painting"

Dara was stunned to hear the man's words.

'Is that really so or is it just because this man is observant, careful, and meticulous in observing my paintings?'

Dara asked her heart who was astonished how this young man before her could correctly interpret the meaning of the painting Dara made.

"Miss color connoisseurs, besides inspiration know what makes a painting a masterpiece?"

Hearing the low but deep tone coming out of the male vocal cords seemed to sedate every listener to become a good interlocutor.

Like the current Dara who began to feel engrossed in enjoying the series of conversations despite not knowing who the man beside her was.

"What makes a painting a masterpiece?"

Dara threw the same question.

"Hahaha.it's exactly like life. Miss answered the question with a question"

The man now slightly shifted the position of his body so unconsciously he looked continues by enjoying the face of the ayu Dara.

"Sir, for not knowing that's why I asked again"

Reveal Dara who only briefly looked at the 'Master' of his interlocutor.

"Living journey. It is what makes a painting can be a masterpiece because, the feeling based on experience poured in color on canvas is the life of a work. Like this Miss's painting"

Obviously the 'master' on the 'miss'.

The next minute passed without feeling until almost a matter of hours.

Dara and men who still do not know each other's names seem to linger in front of the painting by Dara through the clock with a warm conversation about the comparison of the meaning of a painting with life tangible.

"Miss, may I keep this painting in my mobile gallery with a portrait of the painter?"

Pinta at once asked the man in yes by Dara with a nod and a smile.

... ***...