Janey Spinelli (intheboonies) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-12-16 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | december 2010, mao sakibou |
posted in the right place now ;)
Who: Janey Watts and open.
Where: Art class with the door open.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
What: Janey paints. Nothing new there. Or is there?
Rating: High for well... getting high?
White paint had never looked so dirty before. Perhaps it was because the white paint Janey was using was actually liquid paper. She'd found a website where she could actually purchase an entire bucket of white out. It was so good that she couldn't pass it up. And currently, she was standing in front of a black canvas with white splotches all over it. She felt lightheaded, but it somehow felt completely awesome. It was often said that the best works of art were done under the influence of some crazy substance. Well, Janey hadn't exactly planned on getting high off of liquid paper, but she was here, and what else could she do but press on?
The lazy half grin on her face was evidence enough of her white out high. She'd been locked in the room for the better part of the afternoon, only thinking to open a door and a window but a mere half hour ago. Who said artists weren't crazy and unpredictable? Janey just did it without realizing it. She reached forward with her index finger and poked at the black canvas. Poke. Poke. Poke. She had no idea what it meant, why she was doing it or even where she was at the moment. All she knew was that her head felt light as a feather, and she didn't want to go on and think about what would happen after this was all over.