I left the house early that morning, waving goodbye to my roommate and best friend Kate, who had a free period this morning.
The cold hit me like a truck, as I opened the door, making my thin tights feel like ice around my shins. I hurriedly walked towards the school, eager to get to the warmth of the studio, and to finish my latest piece.
I had always had loved the human figure, and continued to as i grew older, favouring the female anatomy over male. It inspired me, with my paintings all being nudes, painted on large canvases, some even the size of walls. I loved the feeling of putting the paint onto the canvas, the loaded brush colliding with its textured surface, my hand roughly guiding its bristles along the intricate shapes of the figure. I always painted from life, or from photographs, with my latest piece being from a photograph of Kate herself (we were both very body confident, and often were in the company of each other naked).
I opened the door to the art studio, greeting the class with a slight wave and a wink before moving over to my assigned workspace and loading my palette with acrylics. My paintbrush collided smoothly with the rough texture of the canvas, smoothly following Kate's curves as she lay sideways on her bed.
My style of painting was part photorealistic, part impressionistic, with the figure sculpted down to every detail, whereas the background remained rather rudimentary. I liked it this way as it drew more attention to the subject of the painting, and made them feel more significant, like diamonds amongst a stormy sea. Colours flew from the palette on to the canvas; Peach, ochre, rose and a hint of periwinkle combined into Kate's smooth curves, slowly completing her illustrious figure. I roughly etched my initials and date in to the bottom of the canvas, and took it down from the easel.
I walked into the wall of cold once more as I left the studio, with only my teeth to brace the icy shivers that ran through my skin. I quickened my pace towards the library, eager for both the company of friends and the company of warmth.
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Author's note: So, it's been a while, to say the least. I hope to pick up this story again, even if updates are rather infrequent, as I have exams soon. Thank you for reading.
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