Art Print

It was raining. A blunt way to start, yes but it was a fact. It was raining. The raindrops falling heavy on the ground outside her house, grey skies had plagued her town for weeks now. Normally she loved the rain but this was beginning to feel excessive. The spring weather would be much more enjoyable if you could actually step outside without it seeming like you’ve just taken a shower. She was feeling claustrophobic

She sat out on the porch, ran splattering her legs when she stretched them out of under the roof. She was bored, and tired, and very lonely, she wanted to do something. Before she knew what she was doing she was running into house grabbing paper and paint brushes and anything else she would need. She ran outside and looked at the flowers around her. She got everything set up and in ready and she put her paint brush to the paper.

She painted and painted and painted, she painted what she saw through her eyes and what she saw through her mind. In an abstract mess of organization and chaos she looked at the mess of hidden emotion and simplicity in front of her. She liked it. She normally didn’t like her art work, but she liked this one.