The Song-Elizabeth

The bold electric blue stands out most. It pours out in a smooth, thick stream. I grin and tip it over vertical. The paint, a gushing river of a million possibilities, floods the Styrofoam plate and settles into an even coat. Clutching as many paint brushes as my fingers can hold, I slowly walk to my seat and spread my paper before me. There are so many things that this can turn into. I could make the sky, full of birds and clouds, or the ocean, or a blue jay. I select a paint brush; old and chipped with a rounded tip and smooth bristles. It pulls through the pool of paint and stops an inch from the paper. I think. My mind wanders about, wondering of what I could paint. But I know I have no time to think. The paint tugs down on the soft hairs forming a small drop that plops onto the page. That takes me where I need to go. My hand works quickly and precisely, swiping this way and that. Paint splashes on the paper and over the table. My eyes dart from plate to paper, plate to paper. Until the page is engulfed in a wonderful harmony of different blues. And as I stand and rest my finished piece on the drying rack, and it sings out its song of success, I sing along.

*Not my best work...needed to focus on Scholastic Awards