She liked the thickness and texture of it, not to mention
the vibrancy. Maybe that’s why it had been so difficult to
paint anything—her own life seemed to lack a certain
amount of vibrancy these days.
She selected a brush, moving the soft hairs
across the back of her hand. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried
to paint something new in all these months, it’s just she
would start and it would feel all wrong. The juxtaposition
would be wrong, or the lighting off, the subject ill fit for
the landscape. It was as if after things ended with Kevin,
her mind became a mish-mashed mess.
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