“Do we have to do this?” She heard her father speak.
“Yes,” her mother replied, “When she’s older, we might be there for every birthday. This way, she’ll always hear us.”
“Alright,” her father sighed. He would constantly put up a front, but would eventually agree with her mother; she was always right, even when she wasn’t, he would tell Nora.
“Happy birthday, baby girl. We love you!” They said in unison. Nora could see their smiling faces as they recorded the message. What would they think of her if they could see her now? She was selling her body, just to survive. Would they be proud of her? Would they understand?
“I’m sorry, Mom, Dad. I had to,” she choked out, hoping that where ever they were they would understand.
“Nora,” her mother said, “We’re so proud of you.”
“That’s right, baby. Nothing you could do would make us not be any prouder of you.” Hours passed by as Nora sat on her bed, sobbing. This was how she was going to remember her parents from now on. Though it would be difficult, the nightmares of seeing them murdered before her innocent eyes would eventually fade away.
This is the concept behind my final project for drawing two. The triptych above is a visual explanation. The first panel is an abstract representation of her memories, the second a representational piece of her holding Mrs. Periwinkle tightly as her parents voices are played during the recording and the last is a non-representational painting of the emotional loss of her innocence and the harsh reality that she is constantly facing, her memories drifting away into darkness.
The last few weeks I've been doing illustrations for a story that I'm working on. If you're interested, give 'Sight' a read (: