WHO: Sam and OPEN. WHAT: Public painting in the park, because she does that sometimes. WHERE: In the park. WHEN: April 14th, afternoon. RATING: Low. STATUS: In progress.
It was finally spring, finally warm enough to paint outside in the park. Sam breathed in the fresh air and glanced happily at the canvas she'd covered with her abstract rainbow. Something about being outside in the sun with the light breeze whipping around her face (and helping out with the paint-drying process) had always sparked a creative sense in Sam. Not that she wasn't already creative – creativity was her bread and butter, after all – it was just easier when you had so much inspiration around you, so many things to use to make what would have been an "okay" painting, great. This one was almost there. But something was missing.
A little more orange, that was what it needed.
Sam had always felt partial to orange. It was bright and happy, and she found it hard to look at something bright orange and not smile. Not to mention, it matches my hair, she thought as she slid the brush over the orange curve in the rainbow she'd painted. Setting the brush down on the palate, she eyed the painting for a moment and nodded her head in satisfaction as she turned to dig through her bag for something to eat while she waited for it to dry. As she sat on the fold-out stool she brought out with her, her eyes wandered across the park for anything interesting, someone worth talking to.