We were staring at a black cardboard with glitters of gold and silver scattered at the expanse. It looked like the sky at night created in a miniature by a grade three kid for a Science project. Lined gold glits at one space, dispersed silver sparkles at the other, a mix of both at some corners. But the over-all look of the "black cardboard project" was a beauty: if I were a teacher, I would take it for an art exhibit.
We were staring at a beautiful artwork of a painter. It was an amateur's creation, but the look was akin to those by Malang, with the strength of hues similar to that of Joey Velasco's. Pine trees of strong green shades queuing in-between American-style houses, askew roads stretching from left to right, downhill or uphill turns of pathways determined by the fluctuating altitude of the road, tenements with elegant architecture sturdily standing 300 to 400 meters apart from one another. Small dots appear at the upper portion of the painting - signifying structures created kilometers apart from the beautiful scenery. And an indefinite, curve shape of white which was a sea or a lake nourishing the green fields below. Truly, this artwork was worthy of an art exhibit.
Amidst the foggy atmosphere, we stared at these creations as "artworks" - one at nighttime, the other at daylight. Depicted as artworks, yes, but they were real creations of and by nature viewed at different times of the day at one point, one location: on top of a mountain.
The seemingly "black cardboard project" was a view in the middle of the night - dots of light dancing from afar as the busy-ness of the urban lured until late night. It was an extravagant play of lights which hid the green pastures of the field - when the beauty of nature was still at rest.
The beautiful artwork of a painter was the view in broad daylight. With the trees, green fields and clean roadways waking up from the night's beauty rest, it exuded a splendid feel that was real.
With pleasure and great joy, we witnessed how nature changes faces as the day shifted phases from morning to evening. They were artworks in an art exhibit that was made real - too good to be true. At one point, one location: on top of a mountain.