She fumbled with the key in the bent lock. She wished they’d never gotten involved, that he hadn’t felt responsible. It was a vaguely run-down Victorian with lacy curtains in the tall windows advertising that it had been inhabited by an old woman of some means. The place smelled of mothballs and cats, just like it always had.
As an artist, I’ve always wanted to express more than what a series of brush strokes could offer. One can view a piece of art and arrive at their own conclusions about what the mood and meaning of it is, but they can’t ever truly know. This feeling gripped me hard ever since I began my painting ‘Burden’ in 2014. As I painted, I was compelled tell the story hiding behind the character’s hood. And so, I wrote.
The cobbled stone under his boots shone wetly with the misting rain as he traversed the streets of the Imperial City. With his hood up against the damp chill, none here in this district could see the features marking him as elfkind. The long white blonde hair and pointed ears were hidden within its depths.
If a concept is what the story is about, and the answer to the question, “What if?” the theme is what the story means, and answers, “So what?”
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