scraps_of_me (scraps_of_me) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-02-23 10:13:00 |
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Who: Molly, open to all
Where: Helios Deck, Relax Room
When: Late Tuesday Morning
Watercolor was more free than oils. If just added just enough it told it’s own story, wandered outside of the lines, flowed as the medium drew it as much as the painter directed it. While painting with oils was giving life to the minds eye, using watercolors was having a conversation.
Molly swirled some more blues, catching the movement of a wave. There were darker shadows under the water, they laughed up from beneath. Friendly dolphins or waiting sharks? The viewer would know in their own mind. They rose up on their own, too much water, drip, drip, drip. Pool and collect underneath. Under the water, under the soul, under the surface of it all.
Molly was facing the water, her easel set up inside the Relax room on the sun deck. The light was too harsh, but she felt the need for light today. Outside the ocean breeze would dry the paint too quickly. The winds of fate interfere.
“The ocean waves at you, dare you wave back? Never learn the depths, only the surface. The deeper mysteries can drown.” Molly took a step back to look at what she had so far.
The shades of blue were liquid and flowed properly, with the gathering eddies of waves. The darker shapes that came out on their own were seemingly part of the whole. The pale blue of the sky held a hint of sun, almost liquid in it’s own right.