Post by Laula Henderson on Sept 18, 2009 22:11:25 GMT -5
A bike came up the hill, pedaling at a pace that seemed to exhaust her despite the feeling of continuous exhaustion. She pushed along, her legs pumping to a rhythm in her mind, brown curly hair flaring out behind her like a flag as she pushed herself along, blue-gray eyes staring ahead, a bright pink helmet on her head, and the back of the bicycle, canvases were strapped down, along with a set of paints, easels, with a stool.
The small girl was pushing along, without any protection other then her helmet from the world. She smiled a little as she gently pushed her bike up against the tree, before turning it slightly and setting up her easel, along with her tarp wrapped canvases. She settled down on her set up area and suddenly stilled.
She picked up her artists’ palette and began to mix her paints. She smiled a little, settling more onto her stool, before she began to paint.
A soft red hue began to spread across the canvas, a roughed edged mark as she gently began to mix the colors along the canvas. All rough around the edges, she went from red, to a fading orange, to an explosion of greens and blues, a vivid purple streaking through part of the colors as she began to paint a sunrise that had never existed.
She suddenly switched over colors, placing the brush in her cup of water, before she worked on getting the cliffs that were only in her mind as she worked in the warm sunlight, the sun drying the paint onto the canvas as she created the scene in front of her, only in a time that never existed.
The distant city, the crooked tree (with bike leaning up against it) and the drifting valley that seemed to just remain there. She continued to paint, her delicate hands finding the smallest of ways to manipulate what she wanted and her head shifted to the side, before she spun her brush around slightly, her slightly damp hair that still clung to her forehead from the long bike up to the Lookout slipping slightly with the motion.
Abandoned on the grounded was a pink helmet, dropped in the dirt without half a care.
Here and now, Laula Alice Henderson would never notice someone approaching.
The small girl was pushing along, without any protection other then her helmet from the world. She smiled a little as she gently pushed her bike up against the tree, before turning it slightly and setting up her easel, along with her tarp wrapped canvases. She settled down on her set up area and suddenly stilled.
She picked up her artists’ palette and began to mix her paints. She smiled a little, settling more onto her stool, before she began to paint.
A soft red hue began to spread across the canvas, a roughed edged mark as she gently began to mix the colors along the canvas. All rough around the edges, she went from red, to a fading orange, to an explosion of greens and blues, a vivid purple streaking through part of the colors as she began to paint a sunrise that had never existed.
She suddenly switched over colors, placing the brush in her cup of water, before she worked on getting the cliffs that were only in her mind as she worked in the warm sunlight, the sun drying the paint onto the canvas as she created the scene in front of her, only in a time that never existed.
The distant city, the crooked tree (with bike leaning up against it) and the drifting valley that seemed to just remain there. She continued to paint, her delicate hands finding the smallest of ways to manipulate what she wanted and her head shifted to the side, before she spun her brush around slightly, her slightly damp hair that still clung to her forehead from the long bike up to the Lookout slipping slightly with the motion.
Abandoned on the grounded was a pink helmet, dropped in the dirt without half a care.
Here and now, Laula Alice Henderson would never notice someone approaching.
