Hey as some of you may know I’m the creator of a web site called Our Beauty Struggles that is meant to raise awareness to eating disorders but that isn’t what I am going to talk about today. I was actually asked on my web site that I wanted to answer depth: What was my definition of a perfect day? It really got me thinking about my perfect day and have had two, two days that float around in my mind and bring warmth whenever I replay them in my mind; days that have that feeling of an old black and white photo that has beautifully faded edges and women in different clothing that makes it seem like a different world.
I am going to talk about my first perfect day.
I was about 12 years old but felt like I was at least 20. I am not sure why but at this point in my life my parents gave me so much freedom and treated me like an adult and now that I am almost 18 I have much less freedom. Not the point, around this time I was attending art classes in the basement of a beautiful church in Queens New York every Saturday around 4 o’clock. I looked forward to this class more than anything else in the world. My art teacher was a very strange looking women but so incredibly talented and it seemed like just by touching our canvases she would magically make it better. I also loved that you could hear the choir practicing in the church through the vents of the basement. I also loved the dim lights, how my teacher would have us put our easels in a circle and make us paint in silence. It was just us and the painting.
However my perfect day was a combination of the choir singing, the dim lights, the smell of Turpentine, the way a painting grows and changes, and as I was leaving my art class with my huge tote bag with my canvases, paints, brushes art knives and everything else I was just in this completely amazing mood. And as I was crossing the street I looked over and saw this amazing red orange sunset against the silhouette of the massive buildings.
I don’t remember anything else that happened that day which is perfect and what makes it such a dreamy hazy memory.
-Angela Garcia
i totally know wat you mean, i don't have a specific favorite day, but i always have these memories of when i was little. I remember the summertime and there's a certain smell in the air it's so indescribable, the sun's out and everything is bright and beautiful. Whenever it's summer i get that feeling again, that undescribeable feeling where everything's a dream and happy,and i could smell that familiar smell in the air and it takes me back to when i was six, i feel like i could die of joy.Actually i am the one who asked you the question at OBS website, your friend, SNS.
ReplyDeleteYou made that day come alive all over again, you are a fantastic writer.
ReplyDeleteAs the person above me said, you make that day come alive with charm and magic. I wish I could have been there to see the painting and the sunset and hear the music. :D
ReplyDeleteMy perfect day was when I worked at a horse ranch and I helped to train this horse (an adorable draft horse-apaloosa mix). We were in an arena and the thick dust shimmered in the hot sun. I did something called liberty work with this horse--meaning I got him to move with me and move for me without me actually having any contact with him. After some work he responded beautifully; was like a dance. I think I fell in love with him right then and there...dapple grey beauties have always gotten to me. After that I got a letter from a friend and the rest of the day was simply divine.