paint my memories
I was chatting with him, and I can't remember how we started talking about colors. Ah, yeah, colors are our secret language. Whatever, then I mentioned I liked to mix colors a lot when I was a child. I used chalks, I used wax pencils and I also used brushes with water colors... oh, God! don't let me start to talk my childhood, to talk about colors. My favourite red, green which my name is with... Am I sound like a story teller? I said if you took yellow with green it could become blue. He stopped me, "No, yellow with blue can make green". "Yes, that's right, but yellow mixed with green can also be blue." "No way, silly" During debating my mind is only one scene: I am mixing yellow with green and it becomes a bright blue, which is glowing in yellow and has stained with green. The picture of this combined colors is so clear. I'm so sure I made that color - blue, of course, not pure blue, not navy blue, sky blue, sapphaire..., but it's blue. To verify it, he mixed the two colors I chosed right away. The result is, that was not blue. I have to admitted I was wrong, but not all my mixture colors are wrong since red with green can make black (again, not pure black, but you can say it is black).
Now I'm asking myself, why when I was remembering I was doing that (mixing colors), the picture is so clear: The little girl (moi) was sitting on the chair, drawing on the white paper. It was at my family's old home, when we were living at the small flat house but not high apartment building. My desk just in front of the window, but the window is small and much higher than me. I couldn't see outside what people are doing? Only every time when pigeons from our neighbour flew up, I could see them that they were so free and proud and heard "pa da pa da" - the sound of waving their wings. I was just sitting there making my favourite colors... I had yellow with green for making blue. I'm sure of that. Everything is so clear, even every tiny detail. But the reality tells me that's impossible. Did I paint my memories? paint it? with what? with parts of my dreams. Everything in my memories and everything in my dreams are full of colors.
I remember grandma's home in a countryside at central south of China, it was a suburb of a big town maybe now it became a part of city. I remember that I was sitting on the ground waiting for my youngest uncle to get lotus seed pod for me from the ponds. The sunset was so pinky... He always got a lot of it. We eat lotus seeds together, so fresh and sweet. He was sixteen and I was six. And, everytime he would also bring one lotus flower. We brought home and put in the limonade glass bottle, it will take a few days to fall. My most beautiful painting in my memories. In a quiet peaceful world there is a quiet girl, sitting there quietly waiting for the sweet lotus seeds. There are some seeds which are very little and just bubbles, we will punch it on our forehead to make noises. I laughed and laughed.
Now I think I painted some colors on it. Interesting is, that little bubble lotus seeds are from yellow to green from one end to the other end, but this time, no blue. But the dragon flies are.
I almost never talked with my youngest uncle after I grew up. He is a person I hardly know. For sure, he wouldn't remember it as I remembered. Maybe he would say like which my bao bao said:" No way, my silly niece, how come it was that color, hahaha..."
But I know, in my memories there are so many colors......
Now I'm asking myself, why when I was remembering I was doing that (mixing colors), the picture is so clear: The little girl (moi) was sitting on the chair, drawing on the white paper. It was at my family's old home, when we were living at the small flat house but not high apartment building. My desk just in front of the window, but the window is small and much higher than me. I couldn't see outside what people are doing? Only every time when pigeons from our neighbour flew up, I could see them that they were so free and proud and heard "pa da pa da" - the sound of waving their wings. I was just sitting there making my favourite colors... I had yellow with green for making blue. I'm sure of that. Everything is so clear, even every tiny detail. But the reality tells me that's impossible. Did I paint my memories? paint it? with what? with parts of my dreams. Everything in my memories and everything in my dreams are full of colors.
I remember grandma's home in a countryside at central south of China, it was a suburb of a big town maybe now it became a part of city. I remember that I was sitting on the ground waiting for my youngest uncle to get lotus seed pod for me from the ponds. The sunset was so pinky... He always got a lot of it. We eat lotus seeds together, so fresh and sweet. He was sixteen and I was six. And, everytime he would also bring one lotus flower. We brought home and put in the limonade glass bottle, it will take a few days to fall. My most beautiful painting in my memories. In a quiet peaceful world there is a quiet girl, sitting there quietly waiting for the sweet lotus seeds. There are some seeds which are very little and just bubbles, we will punch it on our forehead to make noises. I laughed and laughed.
Now I think I painted some colors on it. Interesting is, that little bubble lotus seeds are from yellow to green from one end to the other end, but this time, no blue. But the dragon flies are.
I almost never talked with my youngest uncle after I grew up. He is a person I hardly know. For sure, he wouldn't remember it as I remembered. Maybe he would say like which my bao bao said:" No way, my silly niece, how come it was that color, hahaha..."
But I know, in my memories there are so many colors......