Graphite pencils, ink pen, some red & white ink, 30 x 21 cm, 2012.
She is white as snow and cold as ice. She hasn’t always been like this though, no not at all. Many years ago, she was like any kind of young girl. She had a warm loving heart and she loved to stroll around in the forest, just because it was so beautiful.
There was only in the forest she felt safe and free. Down in the village where she lived, no one hardly ever noticed her at all and she didn’t even try to draw attention to herself. It was in the forest she enjoyed being, so she didn’t care so much about anything else that went on. Although there was one person who she had for long admired. But only furtively, because she didn’t dare to show him or tell him how she felt, she didn’t know how. She could only dream about how it would be if, contrary to all expectations, he would become hers.
Ever until that day, when her dream became a nightmare. She saw his hand attached to someone else’s, then their lips touched. In that very second, she felt like if the entire sky fell right down on her. Crashed down! She gasped for her breath and then she just froze. Her heart broke. Why could she not have let him know how she felt, or at least tried to. Never ever would she be able to love someone again. Never!
A wrath of regret and grief grew inside of her. If she wouldn’t get to experience true love then no one else would too. With an icy gaze, she went forward to the person, who for only a few seconds ago was the love of her life. The most perfect person in her eyes. Without a sound she took his hand in hers and saw how he slowly froze to ice. From his warm loving heart, the blood was freezing out in every vessel. The cold also reached in to the other hand which he hold on to. Then as silently and cold as she had gotten there, she let go of the frozen body and walked away.
She went up to the forest, where she feel safe.Buy now