RIP Story : May 24th, 2024
Nathan and Juliette found their spot on the hill. Their equipment needed unpacking, and the unspoken routine commenced with excitement. The modern world was in the foreground. The architectural history of the continent in the middle and the history of the world acted as a backdrop. They had three days to do what they came to do. Three days of minimal clouds. The cats at home would have caretakers visiting while Nathan and Juliette traveled the history of this part of the world.
The found this place during a bike trek across the continent two years prior. They hadn’t started painting yet. The end of that same bike trek would expose them to the local street artists and conversations about remembering what you’ve seen in life and being in the moment as the brush leaves behind a story of color. Every weekend in those two years led to this moment. Easels were set up; pallets were prepared, and water was dispensed so that they could time travel for the next three days.
They wanted to come back here because they remembered the different eras they could see from the hill. They liked that there were no roads to be seen. it made it feel like the area had been built by carrying all the materials to their final resting place. The sound of each passing vehicle behind them reenforced reality, but the story they wanted to tell hide this fact. The newer homes had been built with the incredible view of histories architecture. The visions of workers all over these walls followed by those who walked from one end or the other. Anyone who lived in these homes bore witness to the ghosts of the past as they maintained these walls.
Nathan was going to paint a modern world looking on the walls as they were being constructed. He didn’t know how these walls were made, but it didn’t matter. This was his painting. Juliette looked at the walls and though about the homes being siege machines. She wasn’t sure if the battle would have started yet, but the crossover of eras was interesting to her.
The second day, Nathan was going to paint a large farm before anything larger than a farmhouse had been built in the area. What must this place have looked like before the first brick in this wall was laid? Juliette looked at the mountains and thought about the valley before humans started building here. She would make her second painting of the valley before change was taken from the hands of nature and placed into the hands of humanity.
Neither of them had an idea for their third day of painting. They had agreed they would let the first two days guide them to their third painting. The cool morning air was being replaced by the warmth of the Sun. They were about to be transported into their own world for three days of creativity and time travel.
Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow.
