Stories

The Artist

This is a simple piece I wrote for a creative writing class. It’s not anything life-changing or mind-blowing, but it was fun to write. I doubt it will help you move forward on your elevator, but I hope at least it makes you stop and push the “laugh” or “smile” button.

 

 

She takes her brushes and paints and places them before her in a row.  A smile plays across her face.  Time to create a masterpiece.  She lifts her first brush, elegant and smooth, and brushes it gently against a soft neutral.  She skillfully spreads the color across the smooth canvas until it is covered lightly.  Next, she takes a larger brush and dips it into a sparkly pink.  She can’t resist pink.  Using a practiced upward motion, she moves the color onto either side of the middle portion of the canvas. 

Now it is time for her least favorite part.  She gingerly picks up the next brush, small and spiky, and immerses it in black.  Up, up, up… she brushes the color over the canvas again and again.  Now another coat.  After about ten minutes, she sighs and is glad to put that brush away.  Next she takes a fine-tuning instrument and carefully draws tiny lines above and below the other black portions.  The tinier she can make these lines, the better.   When this is done, it is time for her favorite part.  She takes a tiny brush and dips it into a sparkly neutral.  She spreads it lightly across a small part of the canvas, and then another. 

Finally, her masterpiece is complete.  She looks it over in the mirror and smiles.  Time for the artist to go to school.