Pallet (A Story in 100 Words)

She scrapes the putty knife across the coalescing smears of pigment. The riot of colors blends and mingles under her power, smoothed in one stroke and built into spires with the next. The roughness of her untreated canvas grinds through the gummy thickness of oils and she gentles her touch, like a lover giving a close shave with a straight-edge razor. She smiles, her mind aflame with possibilities.

The brushes lay scattered and forgotten in the wake of this new way to interact with her old muse. The world melts away, leaving the knife, the artist, and her eager medium.

(featured image by Joshua Miels)


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