Painting for the Soul [David]
Apr 5, 2009 7:24:54 GMT -5
Post by Tru Mercer on Apr 5, 2009 7:24:54 GMT -5
Tru paced up and down the hallway outside the art classroom with her cell phone glued to her ear. She was trying to get in touch with her parents for the thousandth time this year, but they were either held up or too busy. As much as she loved Richard and Laura for their kindness, she couldn’t help but hat them right now as she hung up her phone. That damn advisor of theirs was beginning to work on her last nerve. If he told her to calm down one more time, she was going to ring her hands around his little British neck and watch him struggle. Perhaps, it was a little devilish of her to think such thoughts, but she was really frustrated at everything. Her friends seemed to be busy, not to mention she was still a little upset over the whole Valentine’s Day Dance thing and now her parents seemed to be avoiding her. Oh yes, this was turning out to be a great last couple of months. She stopped her pacing and leaned against the wall for a moment to collect her thoughts. Laura was always someone she could talk to about anything, but now… Tru sighed, swallowing around the lump in her throat. She sniffled, ignoring the prickling of tears form along her eyes before she whirled around and pulled open the door to the Arts classroom. It was the only place besides a bookstore that could calm her nerves and take her mind away from whatever was bothering her.
She turned on the lights, letting the brightness fill the room within seconds. It was empty. Thank god for that. She wasn’t sure she could deal with anyone right now. Tru fished inside her tote bag and pulled out a video Ipod before dumping the bag on a table. She jammed the ear phones into her ears and turned the music up as loud as she could handle. The music of Bon Jovi filled her brain. Tru smiled a little and set to work. Lucky she was wearing a set of old clothes - a vintage T-Shirt and tight fitting ripped jeans- which were already covered in dried paint stains. She did get a few odd looks when she walked down from her dorm, but she didn’t really care. Tru finally pulled up one of the many old stools and sat herself down before a 36 inch by 48 inch blank canvas. She pulled a hand through her hair and picked up the color pallet with assorted colors of paint already squirted on it’s wooden surface. Using a think brush, Tru dabbed into the color of blue then mixed it with some black before spreading it across the canvas. In her head she was picturing a raging sea storm and hoped it’d come out better than the last assignment. The instructor said to paint from your heart and that’s exactly what Tru was doing. She finally understood what her teacher meant by that. She made longer strokes, completely lost in her work as she hummed and nodded along to the music that was blasting into her ears.
She turned on the lights, letting the brightness fill the room within seconds. It was empty. Thank god for that. She wasn’t sure she could deal with anyone right now. Tru fished inside her tote bag and pulled out a video Ipod before dumping the bag on a table. She jammed the ear phones into her ears and turned the music up as loud as she could handle. The music of Bon Jovi filled her brain. Tru smiled a little and set to work. Lucky she was wearing a set of old clothes - a vintage T-Shirt and tight fitting ripped jeans- which were already covered in dried paint stains. She did get a few odd looks when she walked down from her dorm, but she didn’t really care. Tru finally pulled up one of the many old stools and sat herself down before a 36 inch by 48 inch blank canvas. She pulled a hand through her hair and picked up the color pallet with assorted colors of paint already squirted on it’s wooden surface. Using a think brush, Tru dabbed into the color of blue then mixed it with some black before spreading it across the canvas. In her head she was picturing a raging sea storm and hoped it’d come out better than the last assignment. The instructor said to paint from your heart and that’s exactly what Tru was doing. She finally understood what her teacher meant by that. She made longer strokes, completely lost in her work as she hummed and nodded along to the music that was blasting into her ears.