She slathered paint onto the canvas with her brushes one after another watching the oil paints form various things , an art model of a man took shape posing huskily against a tree with many long branches. The pine forest was rather gloomy yet mysterious. In the painting her man held an axe and she added gloves of metal or armor. His armor pieces lay scattered about as if he were done with his armor. He was wearing electric blue tights and a silver crown with 100 emerald upward pointing triangles that had reptilian ceramic eyes in them.
The painting was gloomy to her emotionaly despondent and sad. she thought it might be her own feelings. She was commissioned to make this painting by a middleclass family who offered her a small amount to paint it. Usually she made a lot more but she felt they could use her art too. She didn't know whether Art was magickal or spiritual or higher dimensional or just inspiring to others. Maybe like a false window to a fake outside world that wasn't really even there.
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