He sat in the chair, transfixed on the clothed canvas before him, hints of what lay beneath poking out at various points. His anticipation growing by the minute, he was afraid he was going to burst before this was all over.
She slowly revealed her canvas, piece by piece. The art danced before his eyes, mesmerizing him as more and more of the picture was exposed. What he originally thought was a collage of disparate pieces began to coalesce together into one masterwork. Soon everything was revealed and it took his breath away.
She smiled a coy smile. “Want to have a closer look?”
He was shaking as he approached. Even mere inches away the art was unbelievably complex. His excitement threatened to explode. What stood before him was amazing in every way.
She giggled. “I knew you liked tattoos, but I didn’t expect this.”
Sometimes it is fun to take out my pallet and paint. I look at the blank canvas and begin to alter the world therein. I add a dab of the blues then lighten it with a bit of melancholy. Happiness is sprinkled into hope, but sometimes hope runs into despair. Painting green with envy can make the work more interesting, especially if envy is blended with regret. You always need some sympathy and maybe even some encouragement, but too much and your work would be labeled self-help, which is fine if that’s what you are looking to do. In the end I’m just looking for the right picture of emotions to make my work… novel.