sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-08-14 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | andy, emma, manny, marek, ota |
Gardens, Late afternoon, Emma, OTA
Emma was trying something out, she had an idea for something to give Ang and Alec for when the baby was born, but knowing how bad she was with paint, well, she knew she needed practice. So, here she was, working in the gazebo, on a small watercolour of a single flower. Something simple. Except, it wasn't.
With a sigh that was more like a grumpy growl, she wadded the damp paper into a ball and hurled it into the bag she was using as a bin along with the others she'd already tried. She could draw a straight line, she could do whole panoramic views with pencils, chalks, pastels, even wax bloody crayons. She just couldn't do a thing with paint. Carefully, each movement controlled, she cleaned the brush, the treasonous non-painting what she wanted paint brush, and set it down as she cleaned the little dips in the paint tray. At least it was only water colour, not something more important, but, this was definitely not her strong point. Maybe she needed college sooner rather than later. A lot sooner. With the painting things closed up, set back in her duffel bag, she opened a clean pad, and pulled a pencil from where it was tucked in her hair. Sketching was easy, the flower seemed to grow on the page, and in a short space of time she was humming happily and highlighting the simple sketch with hints of green and yellow. She looked up though as someone came into the gazebo, blushing as she realised some of her attempts had fallen out of the bag and were drifting across the floor, "Hello, er, sorry about the mess."