Heather,
You have bereft me of most of my vocabulary so you have been warned. What ensues is a copy/paste marathon with comments added while I try to gather what is left of my brain from the puddle that you have left on the floor with all the W/T sweetness. *sighs contentedly*
~Tara stood before the canvas and concentrated on the movement of her hand. Sharp strokes with a fine brush, whisps of thin white paint dragging through the light base layer of frosty blue below. She periodically dropped the thin brush down into a small jar of turpentine on the easel's tray, then dried the bristles on a stained towel that hung from her waist. Then it was back into the white blob on her palette and across the canvas. Half of the canvas was covered in blue, the other half bare, untouched and white. The haunting lull of the music she was listening to blended in with the heavy rain beating against the large windows behind her and she worked without conscious thought.~
*sigh* Be still, my artist's heart.
~Sort of sullen, but soothing, in an uplifting, creepy, haunting sort of way... the redhead thought, noticing how well it matched the gray skies outside, the water running down the window's glass.~
That thought intermixed is so, so... Willow. I can hear her saying it.
~Tara nodded. "I was going to be an English major. The whole idea of, majoring in painting seemed sort of silly."~
I was going to major in English before I decided on my Visual Communication Design degree. I thought that it sounded strange for me to be an Art Major when I had very high grades. I am so glad that I decided to choose what made me happy over what, at the time, sounded better to me.
~"Yeah," Willow replied, her eyes following the line again. "It's different. Special, you know? Like, the red is unique. It sparkles... it doesn't need a bunch of fancy accents to be beautiful. It just is."
Tara thought about the words and her heart skipped a bit. She couldn't have described Willow any better if she had had all the time in the world and an unabridged dictionary. "Yeah..." she said, distracted by the redhead's words. ~
Wow. Just wow. I was wondering if Willow would find the painting that Tara did of Willow. I kind of screeched when she found it... lol.
~"Sorry..." Tara said quietly with a warm smile. "It's just, your eyes... they're an amazing color green under this light. I thought I'd try and capture it..." She pulled back slightly, the proximity to Willow causing her to tingle, causing her to be brave. "I mean, they're always amazing, but right now..." she said, leaning back in and fixating on the green. "Amazing."~
Aww. She was struck by Willow's eyes. I was always (and still am) mesmerized by Aly's eyes. It's one thing that I tend to notice about people: eyes. Good for Willow telling Tara that she liked her eyes. ( Progress, people!

) I keep thinking of the one picture of Amber in the blue/green skirt and blue sweater- the colors of her clothing really make the color of her eyes pop.
Now I feel like painting. I was contemplating doing a Willow inspired one for some time now and I think that you have inspired me... yay! I will probably come back and read this post again as I loved it that much. You really have bereft me of words with this update. Excellent job.
ETA: I just read this again and I am still entranced by this update. I had a few more thoughts to add, so I will.
I was listening to a Michelle Branch cd the other day and part of this update reminds me of a song on it. It's called "Drop in the Ocean." It kinda fits your story.
I wonder what Willow will do with the canvas? I can see her running around her room like a chicken with her head cut off trying to find a spot of the highest honor for it. It's probably what I would do... lol.
You work did inspire me to paint yesterday. I now am working on an acrylic painting of Vampire Willow...

So my humble thanks for the inspiration to paint.
Edited by: Willow18 at: 12/14/04 11:52 am