In the middle of the night
I got out of bed -
put on my favourite jeans and shirt
and walked in the dark.
In the far end of the corridor,
I opened a door,
ran my fingers to the wall and switched on the lights.
My footsteps were light,
but my chest was heavy.
The day was quite long, but I couldn't find the need to rest.
I stopped halfway through.
I looked around and realised the room's so bare.
The walls are empty except for the one in front of me.
Vivid colours splashed within a 12x16 framed space.
I found the subject vague.
But the longer I looked at it,
the more I appreciate its beauty.
Then it hit me.
You know what they say.
Art imitates life.
Text, sketch and photo by our resident writer, Clare De Guzman.
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