I wouldn’t have talked about the event that took away my ability to see the world in colours.  Not when panic attacks were still crippling me and I was unable to notice anyone or anything else.

Once, I was alone and suddenly felt lost inside the walls of my home.  I forgot how to breathe and the anxiety I was feeling nearly blinded me.   He came back at that moment.  He only took a look at me and the oranges he was carrying fell on the flagstones, bright spheres rolling and bouncing everywhere.  The next I knew, I was sitting on his lap by the fire.  He was rocking me, stroking my hair, softly humming a tune I’d never heard before.  I slowly started breathing again.

Today, he cajoles me to take a walk with him.  He has brought me to the sea front to show me the impossible.  On this sunny day, the light has taken a fantastically eerie quality, forming some breath-taking images in the mirror-like sea and in the air above.  I can spot a castle with turrets, palaces with columns and a ship suspended in the air.  I stand there, enchanted, marvelling at the mirage.  Everything shimmers and drips with light.  Then, slowly, just like a fading rainbow, the mirage disappears, the images bleeding away as the light changes.

‘They call it the Fata Morgana, like Morgan Le Fey, the enchantress.  They said she was the creator of the impossible.  Apparently, you can only see it on rare occasions and I thought you might like to take a look at it.  Maybe you’ll see the colours again, Artemisia,’ he tells me.

With his hand in mine, I feel finally at peace and believe that everything is possible, after witnessing the impossible.  I can overcome the fear my memories bring me to become whole again.  Later on, I mix the colours on my palette and I start, tentatively at first, then my brushstrokes become surer, as his features emerge from the canvas, dripping with light.

My inspiration is back: it bears his face.

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Linda Rock
Linda Rock(@linda-rock)
1 year ago

How very sad that a traumatic event took the colour from her life. But that is exactly what happens. I love how you have used the impossible to bring back the possible and how you have woven a love story into her journey. Very well written.

Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Hello Greene, this is a story straight from the heart. I can feel the agony in not being able to do that which is so part of your character, that is her love of painting. How a panic attack seems impossible to beat, but there is someone in the background who makes this all possible. I love the way this is expressed through the brush strokes becoming surer/bolder. This is a story of inspiration.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

How sad, I can’t manage to handle the feeling of suffering and pain of your character. But then, my feelings alive knowing there’s someone who makes the impossible possible. I love it and I learn a lot from it. Thank you for sharing this one.

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Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
1 year ago

A beautiful story, Greene. It brought back a wonderful memory for me when my late brother and one of his friends helped me through a low spot with a little kindness. Sometimes you just need someone to hold out their hand and guide you through. Very uplifting 🙂

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Lovely story, and what an interesting phenomenon to witness. Nicely done.

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Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
Reply to  Greene M Wills
1 year ago

I took a photograph a couple of years back of a ship in the distance that appeared to be floating above the water. After looking up Fata Morgana on Wikipedia, it’s made me wonder if that’s what I witnessed. It was definitely some sort of optical illusion. Not as fantastic as some of the illusions I’ve seen online, but it was still cool at the time. I’ll have to see if I can find the photo again now 🙂

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

Congratulations, Greene, to a superb story! It has a depth which makes it grow in you as you see more details every time you read it. Especially after I googled Artemesia and read about what happened to her, my appreciation of our writing increased. I love the gentle way she is taken care of in your story; how she is brought back to life, to breathing, seeing colors and painting by building up trust and by being given the opportunity of seeing something breathtaking. Very well done!

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Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
1 year ago

Greene, it is amazing how love can help one overcome a lot of obstacles in life. I love how you portrayed that in your story, by even making the impossible possible. The ending is beautiful and to the point. This was well written.

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Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
Reply to  Greene M Wills
1 year ago

Greene, this is absolutely true. Too often we are too obsessed with our own issues to even realise that others might be struggling too. Your story portrays such a beautiful, positive character trait of the man who inspired your protagonist to greater things.

Santina Forlenza
Santina Forlenza(@santina-forlenza)
1 year ago

Artemisia’s creativity overcomes blindness and fear, Greene. This is a miracle only art can do. Thanks for this story!

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Santina Forlenza
Santina Forlenza(@santina-forlenza)
Reply to  Greene M Wills
1 year ago

Oh yes, we all need each other to overcome our fears. Who knows, maybe when we embrace ‘the others’ by connecting with them, giving and accepting help… That is the moment when Fata Morgana shows up. I should really think about this. Never seen Fata Morgana so far… But life is long 🙂 By the way, the word ‘Fata’ comes from my language, Italian. It means ‘Fairy. ‘

Dipayan Chakrabarti
Dipayan Chakrabarti(@dipayan-chakrabarti)
1 year ago

A soulful stroke of an artist enriching the quality of the colourful painting.

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