call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-11-09 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, deacon |
Apt 9163, after lunch
It had been a big lunch with all the trimmings and Charlie had left Deacon to digest in peace while watching the game on tv, while Charlie tidied up the kitchen.
When he came back Deacon's eyes had closed and the game was proceeding unobserved so charlie sneaked, quiet as a mouse, to where he kept his paints and took a fresh board and began to paint.
All was very peaceful apart from the bleat and yammer of the commentators and the soft huff of Deacon's breathing.
Broad flat brush between his teeth, Charlie squeezed generous amounts of Yellow Ochre and Vandyke Brown, Raw and Burnt Sienna, Prussian Blue, Payne's Grey and Flake White onto his pallete. Then he took the brush and began to paint, not even bothering with a sketch.
"Gr-grandpa was right," he murmured after a minute, "it IS rather - ooh - exciting."