My sister discovered the art of shadowscaping

She was a 25 year old artist, who was well known in her own world. She could draw realistic portraits of you and your shadow, and she even did oil paintings of you and your shadow that would look so realistic that you would have to take a second look to see the difference.<br><br>Growing up I always had the most vague shadow. It was always that way, ever since I could remember. No matter the lighting condition, I always had a really vague shadow. All I could see was the outline my body, that’s it. <br><br>I’ve never heard about people having semi transparent shadows before, so I always wondered how did I end up with a vague shadow? Did I catch an illness which turned my shadow into this? I really don’t know, but that’s how I always was and that’s how I forever will be. <br><br>When I was 6 years old, my sister started to show an interest in drawing. Our parents bought her a sketchbook and a collection of pencils from the store, and she started to work on her drawings. I remember I once asked her if she could draw me and she did. She drew me with my vague shadow behind me.<br><br>I don’t know if she was aware of the fact that I have a vague shadow, but I’m glad she included it in her drawing. When I got older, her drawing got better and better. <br><br>Well, that’s what our parents said. She was a lot better at drawing than me ever could. I tried to draw portraits of my parents, but I quickly came to the conclusion that I was terrible at drawing and I gave up on it. <br><br>But it didn’t stop my sister from drawing. She kept drawing and soon enough she found herself in art school. That’s when she discovered shadowscaping. <br><br>Shadowscaping was a little different than drawing. For shadowscaping, you had to imagine your shadow leaving your body. You had to imagine it having its own life, its own personality and its own traits. <br><br>Any sane person would say that that’s pure nonsense. But my sister wasn’t a sane person. She was a little crazy to say the least. She would do the craziest things imaginable. <br><br>For example, she went skydiving when she got into art school. And that wasn’t enough for her. Oh no, she had to do it without a parachute. The instructor had to jump after her and share his parachute with her to get her to safety.<br><br>After that, our parents lost all hope for her to become a person of value. But she disappointed them again and again. She had a mental meltdown in art school, and that’s when they kicked her out. <br><br>She tried to go to other schools to study art, but none of them would accept her. They all said she was too mentally unstable to attend their classes. <br><br>But my sister didn’t stop there. She travelled the world to learn new skills, and that’s what made her the best artist in the world. <br><br>Yes, you heard that right. When you thought shadowscaping was crazy, it was even crazier in her mind. But she still became the most successful artist in the world. <br><br>She even did an exhibition of her shadowscapes at the Louvre in Paris. And that’s where I first met my shadow. The painting was of the two of us. My shadow was infront of me while in real life my shadow was behind me, or at least I thought of it as being behind me.<br><br>I haven’t ever moved myself to see if I can get to my shadow. I just thought of it as something that was behind me at all times. <br><br>In the painting, my shadow was right infront of me. In reality my shadow was behind me, but in the painting I was the one right behind my shadow. At first glance I thought it was me infront of him, but when I started to look at it more closely, I saw that it was him infront of me.<br><br>He was right infront of me, trying to get to something but I was holding him back. <br><br>My sister went all out for this painting. She put a lot of detail into it. The museum had to put up a whole wall just to hang the painting. <br><br>There were other paintings of hers in the museum. Paintings of people she met on her travels and their shadows. <br><br>There was a painting of a blind man who was trying to catch his shadow who was trying to escape from him. <br><br>There was a painting of a woman who’s shadow was hitting her in the face. The shadow was trying to make contact with her but she kept dodging it. <br><br>There was a painting of a man who’s shadow was the only thing protecting him from a lion that was attacking him. <br><br>A painting of a woman who was trying to save her shadow from drowning. <br><br>And a painting of a blind man who lost his sight because of the explosion of a firework. His shadow was standing next to him. <br><br>My sister was an amazing artist. She probably had a higher IQ than Einstein. I always thought that she was a lot smarter than me. She was probably the only artist in the world who was in love with her own shadow.<br><br>That’s right. She fell in love with her own shadow. <br><br>She met him on her travels to the Amazon. She had to spend 13 months in the wilderness of the Amazon before her shadow finally showed up. <br><br>My sister didn’t know what to call him. She said his name was Phil once, but she said that he told her that wasn’t his name. He never told her his real name, so my sister just called him him. <br><br>I’m not really sure if she was actually able to see him or if she just thought that she did. You never know with her. She could be telling the truth or lying. All I know is that she put him in all of her paintings. <br><br>That’s where I first met him. I saw him in all the paintings on the wall in the museum. He was always in the shadows, watching everyone. No matter the situation. The painting of the blind man trying to catch his shadow, the painting of the woman being hit in the face by her shadow, the painting of the man and his shadow saving him from a lion, the painting of the woman trying to save her shadow from drowning and the painting of the blind man who lost his sight because of the firework explosion. <br><br>My sister’s shadow was in all the paintings. And she picked them all out. She picked them all out and put them all in a big box. <br><br>She took them all with her when she went to the woods. She got naked and burned the paintings and spread out the ashes all over the place. <br><br>She had a mental meltdown in the woods. She screamed at the top of her lungs and then she took out her lighter and lit 16 fireworks. <br><br>She knew that would blind her, but she didn’t care. She said she did it to be with her shadow forever. <br><br>The fireworks didn’t kill her, but it did leave her blind. She now lives in a mental institution. She says she’s happy and that she’s finally with her shadow. <br><br>I visited her once, but she didn’t even notice I was there. I just walked away when I saw her.<br><br>When I walked out of the mental institution I felt like there was someone following me. But whenever I turned around there was no one there. <br><br>I walked home, but that feeling of being followed just got worse and worse. I walked faster and faster but it stayed with me. <br><br>I ran but it never left my side. <br><br>I ran and ran and ran but that feeling never left my side. <br><br>And that feeling stayed with me until the day I died.