Post by valorie morgania trenton on Jul 3, 2009 22:41:37 GMT -5
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the world outside of the art cabin that valorie currently occupied was dark with the moon shining down on the earth. the trees held dark secrets that only the poeple who dared venture out into the night discovered. valorie was just the girl who would get up in the wee hours of the morning with an idea that had popped into her mind from a dream that she had to just put down on canvas. painting was her favorite form of art besides photography and sketching, so when she had an idea about something to paint,she had to put it down right thne since she had a habit of forgetting what she was thinking of hours before. she looked at her easel, her large canvas painting sitting there, still bare as she thought of how she was to put this down in a picture. she looked down at her hands, overlooking the colours of the palet that she had covered in the normal colours that she liked to put in her paintings. there were light blue and neutral sea greens since water was in the equation, ocean water to be specific. the ocean was something that she hadalways enjoyed drawing or painting since you could change it up and it would still be the same in different colours. of course, there were the different times at which you could paint it, so that changed up the whole scheme immediately. valorie just enjoyed the ocean since she ventured there many times when she was a child. she could remember walking along the shore with her mother, picking up shells and going home to put them in jars that they would fill with shells that were alike. they had a large assortment of them, and they lined almost every inch of the beach house that they had when she was a small being. she had many memories from there, knowing that she would always want to remember the happy times that she had spent with her family there. of course, all the times that she spent with her family were happy ones, but those were the ones that she really never wan ted to forget. the scent of the ocean air, the feeling of the water washing over the tops of her feet as she looked out into the horizon. those were things that she kept in the back of her mind, always knowing that they would be hidden in a safe place that only she could access.
her paintbrush just moved slwoly across the canvas, leaving a line of blue across it and stopping somewhere in the lower middle. that was how she always started, putting one of the ordinary colours up before she could work her magic to make it something that had never been seen. she dabbed the brush in the luighter blue, blending the paint to what she wanted, continuing with all the colours and working with them to get the result that shehad pictured in her mind. valorie was always one to think of what she wanted it to look like, and most of the time, it looked nothing like what she wanted it to. when she would get halfway finished, she would find another way to do something or think of something to add that would change it entirely, all for the better, she thought. she didn't really think about what other people wanted to see; she thought about what she was feeling, what she thought the true meaning of art was. she thought it was something that came from the heart, something that you had to feel in order to paint a certain picture or something. now pottery was different, since you could just have a picture in your mind from something you had seen or something someone had said and just set to work. valorie liked to imagine her things though, or dream about them, since they were something that was not really in reality. they were outside of the box, something that not most people would see without dreaming about it or hearing someone talk about seeing it from one of their dreams. she would just work until she didn't find anything else to work with the picture, but she knew that there was always room to add more. there was always room for improvement, and she believed it. she wanted her paintings to be the best that she could do, something that people would see and be like " now that is something just short of amazing. " she was all about making people happy, wanting to give them what they wanted without really thinking about what they liked during the whole process. they were always surprised to see what she painted, since most people never knew what was coming next with her. valorie liked to give them surprises, knowing that there would be that anticipation to see what she would have next. she wanted them to be shocked with what she had done, but hoping that the shock would turn into admiration for taking risks with people liking it or not liking it, but finding out that it was something that everyone loved.
leaning back against the stool that sat behind her, valorie looked over what she had accomplished in just a short time. she looked over at the clock on the wall, sighing as she noticed that it read one thrity-five in the morning. the counselors were not ones to care if you got up in the middle of the night to write a song or paint a picture, make dance steps or write a story based on something that you had just thought of. they knew that once you had something, you needed to go with it right then. you had to stop what you were doing and do that, since most of the time, when you started something that you had just thought of right when you thought of it, it was much better than if you waited til later that day or night to work on it since you didn't have the best grasp on it. valorie didn't mind getting up so early to work on something, for she knew that if she wanted it to be great that she would have to work and wake up early sometimes to make something happen. she was prepared for that, as she always had been. her mother had explained to her that art could wait, but it would never be the way that they wanted it to be if they did. of course, her mother dedicated so much time to her art that it was almost unbelievable, but everything she did always turned out to be exactly what she had thought it would be. valorie found much inspiration from her mother, loving how her mother could wake up whenever and make something that everyone would want in their homes. she admired her work, wanting only to become like her later in life. she was, of course, a successful artist. who would not want to be making loads of money? to valorie, it was not about the money. of course, it was always nice to have, but she looked at it from another point of view. she looked at it through an artist's perspective, thinking about how big of a impact she could have on someone's life be transmitted through a piece of work that she made on her own. it always brought a smile to her face, and there was one there now. valorie stood back up on her feet, thinking of how she needed to finish this, but she needed someone there with her. the first person that came to her mind was enzo, and she sighed, knowing that he was happily sleeping. she was not to disturb him, but oh how she wanted him there with her. she just sighed, looking down at the paints before starting work on her "masterpiece" once again.
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Tags:[/b] ENZO <3
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