As the fog lifted, the lines on her page did not resemble the park but rather the abstract colors and shapes of her grandmother’s painting.
2024.05.03
珍醒來時，發現自己身處一個邊緣模糊的世界，就像掛在她床頭上的那幅畫——畫布上濺滿了互相融合的顏色，無視形態或結構，只留下神秘的紋理，似是動態亦或是故意讓細節變得朦朧。
這幅畫是她已故祖母的禮物，一位相信模糊之美、在混亂中尋找清晰的藝術家。今天，外面的霧氣與畫中的神秘相呼應。珍在薄霧籠罩的早晨行走，每一步都展開了一幅柔和色彩的掛毯，回響著畫作的奧秘。她停在公園的長椅前，那是她和祖母常坐著素描世界的地方——不是描繪實際的樣貌，而是如何感知。
手持一本小筆記本，珍開始繪畫，她的鉛筆線條由記憶引導，而非視覺。當霧氣散去，她畫頁上的線條並未描繪出公園的景象，而是呈現了祖母畫作中的抽象色彩和形狀。此刻，珍意識到祖母的視覺不是描繪一個隱藏的世界，而是以層次揭示一個世界，每一層都是感知的敘事。
珍擁抱這一課程，整天繼續素描，每一幅畫都是她進一步進入美麗的模糊世界的步伐，慶祝的不僅是看見的，還有感受到的、回憶的和想像的。家中的那幅畫不再只是色彩的旋渦；它是她穿越悲傷和理解的旅程地圖，是過去與現在的永恆融合。
Jane woke to a world softened at the edges, like the blurred image that hung above her bed—a canvas splattered with colors that bled into each other, defying form or structure. It was a gift from her late grandmother, an artist who believed in the beauty of obscurity, in finding clarity within chaos.
Today, the fog outside mirrored her grandmother's artwork. As Jane walked through the misty morning, each step unfurled a tapestry of muted hues, echoing the painting's mystery. She paused at the park bench where she and her grandmother used to sit and sketch the world as it appeared to them—not as it was, but as they perceived it.
With a small notebook in hand, Jane began to draw, her pencil strokes guided by memory rather than sight. As the fog lifted, the lines on her page did not resemble the park but rather the abstract colors and shapes of her grandmother’s painting. In this moment, Jane realized that her grandmother’s vision was not of a world hidden but of a world revealed in layers, each one a narrative of perception.
Embracing this lesson, Jane continued to sketch throughout the day, each drawing a step further into the beautiful obscurity, celebrating not just what is seen, but also what is felt, remembered, and imagined. The painting at home was no longer just a swirl of colors; it was a map of her journey through grief and understanding, a perpetual blend of the past and the present.
