Post by Rashiel on Dec 10, 2005 16:42:23 GMT -5
The sun was low on the horizon and the light breeze chilled Rashiel. She had come out to the forest to work on a painting.
She gripped her bag of oils tightly, with a small easel and canvas tucked under her arm. She gently placed the easel and canvas down before sitting on a large rock.
She quickly set up and then waited a moment to take in the sights and sounds. For a moment she was lost in the silence and chilly air, and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them once again, she lightly dipped her brush in the paint and then gently placed the color on the canvas.
This would be the last time she'd be able to stand out here and paint, she mused to herself. It was all the more reason for this piece to be picture perfect.
She gripped her bag of oils tightly, with a small easel and canvas tucked under her arm. She gently placed the easel and canvas down before sitting on a large rock.
She quickly set up and then waited a moment to take in the sights and sounds. For a moment she was lost in the silence and chilly air, and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them once again, she lightly dipped her brush in the paint and then gently placed the color on the canvas.
This would be the last time she'd be able to stand out here and paint, she mused to herself. It was all the more reason for this piece to be picture perfect.
