"The Crying Clown"

..................I have been to several art galleries and seen so many painting such as portrait, landscape, abstract, etc. None of those painting could impress me and I thought that none of them could do, but I was wrong. One day, when I was walking in The National Gallery, I felt like someone was staring at me. Then I glanced over my shoulder, I saw no one but the picture. After that, I found myself was frozen in front of a painting of a woman whom I did not know.

..................I always remember the woman in the painting who was staring at me, in the art gallery. She was a woman who wore weird clothes, just like a clown clothes. On her head, she wore a white barbed wire crown with a red rose and two doves on it. Her face was painted with white color so it looked very pale. She got big black eyes which covered with red eyeliner along the edge of upper and lower eyelid. She got a full lips which its corner was high and arched. These lips was painted with deep red color. There was a red line on her cheek. This line lay between the right eye and the mouth. I guess this line was caused by her tear that dropped from her eye through the red eyeliner. I thought that this line might refer to tears that turned into blood. Thus, this painting looked quite gloomy. Moreover, under her left eye, there was a drop of something like a tear drop but it was a little bit bigger which made this woman looked so sad. I thought that this woman might have so many feeling on her mind but she could not express them out. Maybe, she was sad, hopeless, lonely or disappointed. When I saw the funny clothes and the sad expression from this woman, I felt the contrast between happiness and sadness. She was the saddest clown I had ever seen. Then, I called her "The Crying Clown". However, I really wondered what she was thinking, so I tried to find the answer. I looked at the artist name and hoped that he might describe something about his painting. Unfortunately, I had found nothing, and then I had to keep interpreting this picture myself.

.................That day, I had stopped and stared at this woman about 15 mimutes or more before I went away. Even I did not know much about painting, I had to thank the artist that he had described nothing. Because I felt that the more I interpreted this picture, the more I loved it. I had never been like this before. This picture is very attractive to me and it will be the picture that I can not forget.