INTO THE BLUE

Like millions of others, I'd heard zima announce the unveiling of his final work of art. Over the years,I'd asked many times for interviews and was always rejected. Now for whatever reason,Zima blue had requested to speak with me. I couldn't decide whether the blue was a closer match to the sky or to the sea. Neither,really. Zima blue,it was a precise thing. Little is known about zima's history. it was said that he started his art career in portraiture,but for zima,the human form was too small a subject. The search for deeper meaning caused him to look further... to the cosmos itself. That's how the mural work started. They were undeniably brilliant. One day zima unveiled a mural that had something different about it. In the middle of the canvas was a tiny blue square. The square was a just a beginning.over the next several decades,the abstract shapes changed and became more dominant.But always,the shade of blue was same. IT WAS THE ZIMA BLUE Before very long,zima unveiled the first of his entirely blue murals.it was considered by many to be as far as zima could take things. They couldn't have been more wrong. When most people speak about his Blue period,they mean the era of the truly huge murals... But zima was just getting started. It was a certain level of spectacle that made zima truly famous,even to those with no interest in art. But fame was never the point.in spite of all his success,zima was still dissatisfied and what he did next was,for many,too extreme a sacrifice to make for art. I was transported by his private jet to island.when I landed the shore I heard a thik voice from back "How was the flight" After a pause "Relax, Claire. I answered him with a soft and anxious voice "Hi' Hearing my voice he give his hand and replied "Some people find me intimidating,but they quickly get over it.its been over 100 years since I've spoken to the press. I've invited you here because I want you to help me tell my story." Then showing the road ahead he asked "Shall we take a little walk?" He was a handsome man, even after all his transformations. There was a planet called kharkov 8. it specialized in illicit cybernetic modifications.He underwent radical biological procedures that enabled him to tolerate extreme environments without the burden of a protective suit.His eyes could see in any known spectrum.He no longer breathed oxygen. His skin was replaced with pressurized polymer and so he ventured forth to commune with the cosmos. But what zima eventually realised,is that the cosmos was already speaking its own truth far far better than he ever could. He walked me towards stadium and in the middle of the stadium there was a pool were robots were repairing it's tiles.when we arrived infront of the pool he said "My search for truth has led me here,to what will be my final piece.At last,I understand the thing I sought through my art." I asked him with a bit of confusion " And what does this swimming pool have to do with that?"