Louie watched as everything he had ever known to be true disappeared with the coming of dawn. As the sun was setting Louie looked back on his life and contemplated on every little aspect of his own existence. It all started back in France on June 14, 1870. Louie was an isolated soul, creative and a visionary. It was a sunny day on the Saar, “I watched how everything had effortlessly flowed in a continuous motion” said Louie. I felt the warmth of the suns radiant glow and thought how beautiful the Earth is and the bearing gifts it bids us.
A few hours later in the idyllic day, I had walked into the town of Saint-Dié-des-Vosges and went into the cathedral there, Louie’s mind sometimes wondered into interesting cathedral, the fact that it is remarkable is due to the uncanny intuition Louie receives every time he enters through the threshold or simply passes by the house of God. I have never been interested into much; I live alone and never sleep at night, however, my friend I am very fascinated by the artistic expression art makes me feel. For some time now I’ve been immersed and somehow seized by the jaws of this magnificent thing called art, the feeling and the constant flow of colors. I want to be a part of the vivacious sensation that art renders. Every time I look at a beautiful painting I rotate in a non-orientable motion. Then, that’s the time my essence is reposed. During the wee hours of the night, I take walks to clear my thoughts usually nothing worth remembering ever happens but later that night there was a man standing out-front of the old stable, dressed in an elongated sinister robe much like the ones worn by the peoples on the Arabian Peninsula.
I silenced and gazed into the man’s compelling brown eyes; he spoke in a warm monotonous voice and said “Today is your last day, but tomorrow will be your first”, I was bewildered after that statement, I thought this man was deranged. Then the wondering madman had stumbled into the gully as I walked away alarmed from the disturbed man. I made no sense of what he had said even no it was no importance to me but what made me ponder over the rambles of some lunatic was the intense stare and attentiveness he gave to me when he said those dim words. I finally reached my home with no a few evils. As I entered I slowly sat on the floor and opened a book and read for hours. It had lasted through the night and early next morning. Books also keep me from wandering off in the darkness, earnestly said Louie.
As Louie watched the sun rise once again, he knew there was something just something around us but he could not put his finger on it just yet. Louie continued to view paintings frequently through mid-day and through a few years hoping to find what he was looking for. The year was 1872 and Louie was older and very week in mind, body and soul. Still haven’t found that perfect scene he yearned for so badly. I want to go back into time and wish to capture the beautiful horizon. Maybe I can just travel into a painting and stay in a land of beauties for eternity. This utopian vision I think of must be true for I will search within myself to discover.
Mr. Vander, an art critic and an artist came to Louie and said, “Go to the Maison des arts, the house of art, and there you will see the most outstanding impressionistic painting of you scarce life, however be sure to immerse yourself in such beauty. Louie heads to the Maison des arts and spots the portrait that his dehydrated spirit was replenished by. A loud “Ahhhh” was running from Louie. Now the time is eased in Louie’s mouth. The utmost clarity came to Louie, for now he knew what “Today is your last day, but tomorrow will be your first’ finally meant. That this day is his first knew day in a replenished soul.
