Painting my Dream

A house that has a library in it has a soul~Plato

When I started reading books, it was my biggest dream to have a library in my home where all the classic books (hard-covered) would be placed.

^{could it be any prettier?}

I have a thing for old books, books written by people who lived centuries ago on this planet.

The attraction for old books is due to my fascination with everything vintage be it people, clothes, cultures, or tales.

Who can be an ideal storyteller of old tales other than books?

No one, a few elders in our houses are an exception.

Coming back to my dream of a home library. I used to pray for a library in my prayers regularly. And asking Allah to make me super rich so that I can create my word occupied with books.

It still is in my subconscious to have it.

I used to collect pictures of home libraries in my gallery, they are still there. Whenever we have troubled internet or electricity, I watch those pictures because there is nothing left to do with my phone.

After seeing library pictures, I recall my craze for it at a certain point in my life.

During covid precisely.

Now life is so preoccupied with many other things that you don't have space for your innocent dreams in your prayers.

There are days when you don't wanna do anything. No social media scrolling find any more tempting, no chit chat with friends can enhance your mood.

You just don't want to do with the outside world.

In those days you only want peace with yourself. You want an escape to a world where a person may be suffering or making it in their life.

For a while, it helps you see things differently, or you have a good laugh, or you just realize suffering is a part of the imaginative life as well.

I tried to read but it didn't work out. So I held paint brushes in my hands and painted one of my dreams on the canvas(a mini one because I wasn't sure if I was actually going to paint it or was just messing around).

I don't claim perfection and I show pictures that may be lousy for the masses. But I have no shame to show them so here we go.

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In the first draft, I had drawn an awkward shoulder, an unclear book holder, and a hand that looked not of any human girl.

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So I tried to undo those blunders, the mysterious book was gone, and look at that hand, I think it's the most accurate drawing I could do of a hand trying to grab a book.

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Outlined everything black, I don't know if it was needed but a person beginning to paint like me can't risk with the brushes. They shake in my hand as if they are suffering from Parkinson's, God forbid.

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Ok, I like her dress color and I want one in this color. I kept it in a darker tone because the light green color feels too much for the eyes.

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Colored the shelf in Brown, and the picture I took inspiration from had also a brown shelf.
Her hair color was still under discussion.

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The dark brown color was sorted for her hair which later turned into light brown.

Initially, I wanted a red dress with black hair. But then I thought of green color and hair color was suggested by my youngest sister.

I also didn't want black hair, once I dyed my hair black and it was the biggest mistake I could make at my cousin's wedding. I dyed light brown twice afterwards but that black dye was overbold.

I looked like Imran Khan with fresh hair dye😢

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Books painted, look at the beauty.
The white shelf color looked good too by the way. But we had another plan.

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Finally, everything was painted, idk the shelf color I painted, was kinda depressing but not more than the aura around certain people.

^{Done and Dusted}

^{Home library ready}

The last cabin I painted was dark, it was sorted to put inside forbidden books by the government.

It is the black hole for the banned books.

Hope you like it:)