Skye
I sat down in front of one of the canvasses and just stared at the colour. I didn’t know if it was my new powers that made it so clear, but it was as if I could see the materials used to make the canvas. Small sparks of colour in the weaving made it something really special.
Slipping my fingertips over the fabric, I could swear I could feel what I imagined was wood specs. Breathing in deeply, I picked up a brush and mixed some paint and just let the colour sink into the white canvas as I stroked over it with the brush.
I had no idea what exactly I wanted to paint and just let my hand and wrist move from one side to the other. It felt as if I was letting all my emotions flow into the paint and onto the canvas. All the frustration and anger. All the love and passion.
I let it all
