Post by Cinder Maebell Lynn on Aug 9, 2012 15:22:06 GMT -5
paint your palette blue and gray,
Cinder looked at the landscape ahead of her. The stawberry fields with a backdrop of woods. It was beautiful, the way the sunlight bounced off the ground, and the few campers sitting there, talking, picking strawberries and chasing after eachother. That is exactly why Cinder Lynn chose to paint that exact spot. It was hard because she couldn't freeze time, then paint it while everything was the same. Some stuff that was always changing, she needed to fill from imagination. She didn't mind, though, sometimes it was fun to add a little imagination into life.
She dipped her brush in the red paint on her paint palette and put a small dot on her canvas, making another strawberry in the bushes. She then painted a few more dots, washed off her brush and painted a little bit more volume in the sky by adding another shade of blue. She did this several more times, adding different shades of blue to give it a look. Then she topped it off by adding a layer of watered down white, so it had a smooth, yet realistic look. The same thing on the bushes, except with green not blue, and brown not white.
Painting and drawing had always been passions of hers. She, being the daughter of the godess of color, always had a knack for it. It was a stess relief sort of thing, because she somehow was able to shove all her frustration and anger into the canvas. She could go from having a lot on her mind, painting, then feeling bright and sunny again. Cinder figured it probably had to do with her mom. He dad had even said they met at an art muesem. The Iris girl let her thoughts drift while painting, wondering if it's possible that Da Vinci and Matisse and Ruisdael (he was one of Cinder's favorites, he just wasn't that famous) could have been kids of Iris, too. It was a cool thought that she might be related to some of them, distantly or not.
It had always been a dream of hers to become a famous artist. Although, doing a little research, she found that almost every single famous artist wasn't famous until after they where dead. It was creepy in a way, and it made no sense. Sure, once they die you can't paint anymore. But why would that suddenly make the price of your art skyrocket? It shouldn't. Art is just as good before someone died.
Then there was Saddler. Her favorite artist that drew instead of painted. Cinder considered his work a role model for hers. She wanted to one day get that good, so she had hung up a drawing of his (a poster gotten from and art musem she had gone to in the summer when she was fifteen) and she often compared her drawings to that, finding new ways to improve her art through comparing it. It was stupid, somewhat wistful and prehaps annoying to some people who didn't appriciate fine art... but what did Cinder care? She didn't care. Her art was her art, her techniques where her techniques. Weather anyone else liked it or not.
She had known she was going to be painting that day, so she had gone stylish, yet casual. A green shirt that matched her green pumps, and ripped skinny jeans (not pre-ripped, from training they had gotten ripped) and very light, simple makeup. A light, limmited eddition, lip gloss that made her lips looks like they had a slight golden sheen to them, and only light makeup the rest of the way. She only had just enough makeup on to hide her acne, no more. No eyeshadow or anything. Her hair was clipped into a bun, messy from being out all day, but stylish nonetheless. To top off the whole outfit, she had simple golden earrings and a gold bracelet. Cinder had found the outfit strangly... comfterble, when usually she was only comfterble in fancy clothes she knew she looked good in. But a girl does have to hand loose sometimes, right?
Her painting was done, and that shook her out of her train of thought. She way about to set the canvas down and pack up her paints, the possibly get her notepad out and draw a little bit, as she was in an artsey mood. But, these actions where stopped short when she saw someone coming out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and saw one of her best friends: December Winchell.
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Muse: Way to awesome for my own good >.<
Notes: Ignore the wordcount; I'm sorry it was so long. I tend to ramble way to much. I even ended up stopping my self from ranbling more. You should see the Tal/Cinder post! It's roughly a thousand more words than this. SORRY!
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