Subtle Motions

Faye

I can't say that I'm not truly amazed but yes I am.

The fluid stroke of the brush as it glides smoothly on the white canvas amazes me. The swirls and combinations of the colors gives the painting a realistic feel. The green shines majestically as if rain has just stopped and the leaves are full of dew drops trickling down the branches of the old, rickety tree.

I tipped the brush back in the pot I was using as a container. I sighed quietly as I studied my painting. The blue bird tilted its head looking at me with the branches of an arbor tree as the background. I was not fully satisfied. It needs something but I don't know what.

"Faye, dinner's ready!" My mom shouted from the kitchen. I hurriedly washed my hands on the sink located at the corner of our garage. It was large enough for an indoor pool. This was my personal space. My father let me use it since he doesn't park the car in here. I've long since painted the walls my favorite scenes of sunset and sunrise. A part of the walls was covered with shelves of all kinds of paint, remover, brushes and different types of canvas and paper. On another section, there's a large floor-to-ceiling window that faces the back garden of our house. Beside the window is my very own wooden easel and a small table to hold my things. The floor is purely cement that I've painted with neon apple green floor paint. This place calms down my nerves and I love it. I picked up the pieces of paper and threw them in the waste bin.

"Darling, call your brothers down once you've changed for dinner." Mom said when she saw me in the hallway to the stairs.

I nodded then proceeded upstairs to my room. My room was the second biggest room of the house. I've painted the walls biege with pink tribal designs swirling to the ceiling where I've also painted a sky. I had a large queen-sized bed, with white and black covers plus white ornate dressers on each side. A lone bookshelf filled with all my favorite collections was placed near my study table that is complete with a pink study lamp, lots and lots of pens and paper. A huge white couch was placed near the window.The large glass window was facing east and a walk-in closet and bathroom was built close by on the other side of the window. I quickly changed my shirt, combed down my hair and washed my face.

Before going down I barged in to my brother's room. Compared to my room, the place is a mess. Torn pages of books and food wrappers are scattered everywhere. Rory insisted for his room to be bright blue and has a bed that has graphic patterns for covers. His computer and gaming station was stacked up in a corner of the room. His bedside tables are filled with wax models of comic characters from every comic book he has ever read.

"What gives?" He exclaimed at me. He was playing with his phone, a brand new iPhone in striking blue and I snatched it.

"Relax Rory. Mom says it's time for dinner." I said authoratively. He glared at me for a moment then got up. I threw him his phone back.

"Where's Ron?" I asked as he marched out of his room. He shrugged and bolted downstairs. I went to check Ron's room. His room had the same setting like the rest of us but he had his room painted green with dark green carpets. He was the only one of the three of us who requested for a TV but his walls were lined with bookshelves filled with all kinds of books and they are not picture books. My 10-year-old brother was sprawled on the floor watching TV. I sat down next to him.

"Hey, lil' bro! What're you watching?" I asked then patted his head.

"Phineas and Ferb. Is dinner ready?" He looked up at me and I nodded. He turned off the TV then dragged me downstairs to the dining room. Mom and Dad were already seated and Rory was trying to eat first. My family had this rule that we should eat together to keep a strong bond.

Our dining room was styled in an Old English way. It was comfortable and very homey. I sat down at my usual seat and we ate peacefully. After dinner, I helped my mom load the dishwasher.