Colors//H.S

"We have two things in common already."

To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong ~
Joseph Chilton Pearce.

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I've always loved the way the paint glides on the canvas. It's so smooth and delicate, depending on the brush movements. My hand moves softly up and down, side to side. While my eyes move rapidly back and forth. I glance at the beautiful couple in front of me, reading off there vows. He pulls her in for a kiss once there done and I take a metal picture. I close my eyes for a moment and move my hand accordingly.

Getting the perfect moment on the canvas. It usually takes me about forty-five minutes to get the sketched out idea, then while I wait for the perfect moment, I do the scenery behind them then as soon as I get that perfect moment, I take a mental picture and begin painting it out. All in about a half hour. Then I let it dry through the reception, if they allow me to stay, and give it to them before I leave.

This particular client decided I could do whatever with the background as long as it wasn't to distracting, so I went with simple, greenery. My favorite painting job will always be weddings.

I take one last glance at the beautiful couple, then close my eyes and let my hand and the brush take over.

"You're really good at that." Says a raspy, British accent. I flinch slightly and pry one eye open to look at the curly headed man beside me.

"Well I'd hope so, otherwise I probably wouldn't be here." I joke, a small smile pulling at my lips. I open my eyes all the way and glance at him. He just watches my hand gliding across the canvas with a tan color on the bristles of the brush, nodding his head with a smirk. He pulls his eyes away from the painting and locks them with mine. He has bright green eyes that are full of wonder and sparkle every time he blinks.

If you look close enough, you can see specks of yellow and blue around the pupil. He has subtle cheek bones and a very prominent jaw line. He has a crease between his eyebrows and a cute, button nose. His heart shaped lips are a slight pink shade and pulled into a small smile. He has a black tux and I can smell his cologne from here. It smells wonderful. He's gorgeous.

"I'm Harry." He holds out his ring filled hand for me to shake and I notice his other hand has rings as well.
I take my other hand I'm not using to paint and shake his. It's big compared to my small hands. It almost looks like his hand swallowed my own.

"Oakley." I smile.

"That's a very pretty name. I've never heard anything like it." He smiles, keeping hold of my hand and not breaking eye contact.

"Thank you." I look to the ground and back to my painting. He lets go of my hand and clears his throat. I go back to painting the skin parts and the shadows and almost ready to move on to the detailing.

"I have never seen anyone with different colored eyes before either." He states, looking at the happy couple walking back down the aisle inside for, I'm guessing, the reception. I hear the crowd clap and cheer and follow them out. They only wanted me to paint the ceremony, so I get a little extra time to detail the painting even more. They invited me to stay for the reception and have fun, but I might leave early.

"Oh yeah, it's pretty rare, I don't really know what causes it, I never looked it up but I don't really care to, if I'm honest." I reply, dipping my brush into some water, and grabbing another small brush, dipping into a slightly darker shade.

He doesn't say anything, just watches me while I paint.

"Are you gonna come inside?" He asks after a couple minutes.