When my husband killed my art

Safecity- Elsa D'Silva
Posted August 19, 2019 from India
Shivani Chakravorty
Shivani Chakravorty (1/1)

Shibani Chakravorty(writer of this blog) is currently pursuing Psychology Honours from Delhi University. Writing, reading and photography are her main hobbies. While she loves experimenting with art and video-editing indoors,  she’s equally fond of new places and social events.

I, Adriaana, have become a renowned painter today at the age of seventy.

I still remember that day, years ago, when I had the house to myself for two whole weeks. I had been married for about six months at that time and hasn’t had a chance to get a single glance at my beloved paintings. I had always loved painting. I still do. But back then the feeling had been completely different. Painting made me feel young and wild. Creating strokes of colour on the canvas with the brushes, trying out different colours with uncertainty and curiosity to see the result made me enjoy painting all the more. It was one hobby I held really close to my heart. Even after getting married and moving out of the house, my parents refused to remove my paintings. They firmly believed that those paintings were a part of their life and mine. So did I. Until I got married. My husband didn’t understand that part of me. He didn’t encourage my talent and love for art.

That day, I dragged the boxes covered with dust out of the narrow store room. Slowly and carefully, I unsealed them with the scissors. The sound of each snip made my heart pound faster and my eyes craved to see what lay within. And finally, there they were- my paintings. I looked at them with fondness. How dearly I had missed them those past six months! How painful it had been to imagine art art, pieces of me, locked up in a dark, lifeless room. I was so glad to open them, free them, allow them to breathe the same fresh air and bright sunlight that I had. But then the unfortunate took place, my husband was home again.

He was supposed to be travelling and wasn’t expected home so early. Yet, there he was standing in front of me, staring at my painting which I had laid on the grass on the garden. He continued to stare at the paintings for a while ignoring my presence. And then suddenly I spotted a wry smile spreading across his face. He walked towards the paintings. Having him near my paintings felt terrible thing. I knew he loathed them. I quickly began to pick the canvases up one by one but he was faster than me. He pushed me aside, not caring that I landed on one of the canvases. He picked them all up and went into the house. I implored him to stop. I had no idea what he was thinking or what he was about to do. But I did know that whatever it was, it was for the worst.

I ran into the house and found one of the rooms locked. All my art, my hard work, my creations were in that room with him, a person who didn’t value them even a bit. I knocked and pounded on the door as hard as I could but the door remained closed. There was a smell of something burning about two minutes later. I knew all was lost. I broke down. All I could do was shed tears and wait for him to do what he had to. I felt so helpless crying like a baby, whining and begging outside the door. He came out after some time when the smell of the burning had got intense and left for work like nothing had happened.

 

Opinions expressed are of the writer.

 

*This blog was first published on Safecity.

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Hello, Elsa,

Thank you for sharing Adriaana's heart-piercing story written by Shibani. That husband on the story is so cruel. How inconsiderate! All the years Adriaana invested to create those artworks were gone in a day. I'm glad she is now a renowed painter. What a resilient woman!

Esther Fabonmi. O
Aug 20
Aug 20

Dream shattered can be devastating, you are blessed to have actualised your dream in this lifetime. Keep pushing dear mam, the whole world will celebrate your greatness.
There is truly no age limit to success. Kudos Elsa for sharing Andrana's story. Very encouraging.

SIMON MUREU
Aug 20
Aug 20

to YOU,VERY SORRY about but you are doing it right right now and hope you continue making it

Jill Langhus
Aug 21
Aug 21

Hi Elsa,

Thanks for sharing Shibani's heartbreaking story about Adriaana. Shibani is a great writer. Does she work at Safecity?

Hope you're doing well and having a great week!

Rosylyne Nabaala
Aug 21
Aug 21

Ooh sorry for that, it was unfair some one close to you breaking your heart! But life must continue. Thank you for sharing.

Beth Lacey
Aug 21
Aug 21

Thanks for sharing

yada
Aug 21
Aug 21

colleague, im artist painter, it's your will and life inspiration, your hand are still alive. create, congratulation for sharing. im at your side

Wala Lut
Aug 23
Aug 23

Thanks for sharing ur story.
The more I read about violence in this world from men toward women,the more I lose trust in men.
I expose to violence.
My father and brothers are abusive and they are still.
I am afraid to get married bec.of the violence I have suffered.
Men in india and Yemen most of them are abusive .
It is nice u still practice ur hobbies.

Max (female!)
Aug 23
Aug 23

Heartbreaking injustice, an act meant to violate the woman's spirit. To control, to dominate. But he has no right. Here's to all the women who never give up, who keep on going.

Lisbeth
Aug 24
Aug 24

Poor Adriana :-(! What a loss of struggle. After all the efforts and beautiful arts outcome to go down the drainage. It's truamatic!