bold strokes

An explosion of color unsettles Nia’s neat and tidy tendencies. Her frown swishes from left to right before centering under her nose. “Looks nothing like the lesson’s example.”

Thalia wiggles her brush with thumb and index. “It’s not sup-oooooo-zed to! The exercise was called Intuitive Painting for a reeeee-zon.”

Calliope blinks at the brightness. “Tal’s right… our intuition is not the same as the teacher’s… and that’s what fills the world with color.”

Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth.
~ George Washington