Pixelated Green and Blue

Pixelated Green and Blue, hangs over my mantlepiece in my lounge room. It is controversial amongst my friends, as it is dark and a lot of them don’t like it at all. I tell them it is Sunday morning sun rise after a night out on Saturday night taking LSD.

“Oh Jeremy, seriously,” said Imogen.

You know, down on the bay beach sand watching the whole world pixilated as the sun rises over the horizon. 

“We’ve all been there,” said Scott. He laughed.

The sea and the dark night dissipating and the golden sun just starting to break though the veil of darkness as a new beginning. 

“But we’ve all grown up since then,” said Emma.

Scott shrugged.

Truthfully, it is an abstracted image of my ex’s face, Ivy, of course they all knew her, bleeding out into nothingness so I never forget what pain she caused me. 

“Is there something familiar about it?” asked Imogen.

I just shrugged when she looked at me

So, you know, new beginning isn’t so far from the truth.

“It’s very, ah, er,” said Stephanie.

“Colourful,” said Gretchen. She stepped next to Stephanie.

“The artist is known for his bold use of colour,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Stephanie. She bought her hand to her chin. “Do we want people in the room just looking at it?”

Gretchen bought her hand to her chin. “It is over powering,” said Gretchen. “The room, really.”

“I know,” said Stephanie. “Like, is that what you want your guests to notice.”

“Yes, I guess,” I said. “It is a signature piece.”

Stephanie and Gretchen both looked at me.

“So, they say,” I said.

“It takes everyone’s attention,” said Gretchen. “Like it follows you around the room.”

“Or do you want your guests to notice, well, you?” Stephanie laughed, that self satisfied laugh of hers.

“I know,” said Gretchen.

“It’s true, isn’t it,” said Stephanie.

“I like it,” I said. Even if I wasn’t sharing the exact reason why.

“Well, that’s the main thing,” said Stephanie. She raised her eyebrows. “I guess.” She said it in the way she had of saying things that were just oozing doubt.

“I think it’s bold,” said Scott.

“Oh Scott,” said Emma. “When have you ever known anything about art.” She looked around the room with wide eyes.

Scott just kind of shrank back under the weight of his wife’s admonishment.

“I think it is bold too,” I said. I looked up at the picture and thought, fuck you, Ivy.