Hello, I’m living in the space between the canvas and the paint. Although the paint is an image of a rather large building–it’s just an illusion, you know–two dimensions masquerading as three. Actually, my abode is a plane, at least to your eyes in your large view of things. For me, subatomic as I am, there is ample room. And because I am so small, I can occupy two distinct places at the same time. It’s rather like going on vacation and staying home, too.
Admittedly, I don’t do much–other than scampering around here and there–casting my light about. It keeps me occupied.
At times, I pretend the building is more than an image and I go from floor to floor, down hallways, room to room. If there is a painted window, I’ll sometimes shine my best and create a change in the paint color–a flicker of light. (It’s hard to achieve in the windows that are painted black.)
Have you noticed, out there–casting your eyes upon the canvas? I like to think I’m making progress.
© Glenda Kotchish
June 15, 2016