Pisces Gem | District Nine {FIN}

The bright rays of the sun radiate out as if I had painted them with my own brush using the vibrant orange and yellow colors I’d mixed myself. The flowers in a vase on the dining room table, arranged by my dear mother, are in various shades of purple. Lilac, violet and mauve, they stand out to me, only inspiring me further to create my artwork in my favorite hues. Variations of purple, as well as a sea green, have always been the colors I prefer.

As I paint my canvas, my strokes are gentle, just like me. I’m a kind soul, and I create my paintings to sell to others. It’s the best I can do to try to assist my family with finances. A self portrait begins to form in the foreground of my image, now. I see my own features forming in front of my eyes, spilling out of the brush I decide to use.

I mix the colors I need to match the pale tone of my skin, and begin with the shape of my rounded face. When I get to the point of filling in my facial features, my brown eyes and the thick brows above them are of a similar shade, although my eyes possess a slightly greener tone. The locks on my head form with slight waves in a similar paint to that of which I used in replicating my brows into the piece of art.

I hum to myself as my brush glides along the canvas. I’d always loved music, as it keeps me calm and able to concentrate. I feel as if those who are cruel or lack modesty may not understand the beauty of music and art. It’s a way of remembering the past, but I try to make sure they’re always good things. The past coming back to haunt me is a fear of mine that I try to mask.

As I use my brush to paint the next portion of the image, I choose a shade of purple once again, this time not to fill the flowers in the background, but the shirt I’m donning in the painting and I’m wearing the current moment. I tend to wear bright colors, as it makes me feel free. I’ve always trusted people to be honest with me, and tell me what they think of my art, my music and myself. I am sometimes bothered too much by the criticism, but I’m trying to learn to cope with it, so that I can receive the compliments, too. Sometimes, however, I’m overly trusting and my secrets spill out to those they shouldn’t. I suppose my artwork is a bit secretive, too, as I will often alter what I’m seeing in my work to make it more enjoyable or interesting. Although, I’m very open with those I meet, and rarely rude or argumentative.

The next pigments to surface are those that outline and define my face and body. I can imagine what the expression on my face may look like. It’s often a simple smile, but with so much wisdom hiding itself behind it. I’ve always been intelligent, but I don’t always express it, as I hate when people appear as know-it-alls. This may be why I often spend time by myself, too. If I’m alone, people can’t criticize me and I can express my own knowledge and ideas without someone shooting them down.

I’m nearing the finishing touches of my work, and the tones of blue in the sky begin to blend, making rather attractive colors form. I often enjoy gazing up at the sky and thinking about my life. It’s a nice pastime for me. On occasion, I’ll even fall asleep under the warm morning sky or the beautiful night sky. It’s a nice feeling. I enjoy it even as much as I enjoy painting images of the sky.

The last part of the painting is coming together. Finishing touches of detail are going into the piece, and it’s satisfying. The last part of my face that I need to paint in, however, is something I generally omit due to disliking it. For some reason, today, though, I decided to be more accurate. My acne and blemishes are almost constantly there, but I try to ignore them or act like they don’t actually exist. The final part of my work is complete now, though, and it’s time to move onto the next painting, and the next stage in life.