Another dress. Another time. Another activity. Even another fragrance. She smells like coconuts and looks like the embodiment of summer. It's almost too much. The busy, little sloppy dots of yellow, red, blue, and dark blue on the still visibly white fabric move. It's distorting but looks good on her. Very animated, very fitting. Once in the building she pulls another article of clothing above her head and tugs at the sleeves. The dotted straps and collar line peek out underneath her new light denim artist smock. 'It looks like a large sleeved shirt', is what he told her.
"Yes, but a large sleeved shirt with pockets," she answered pulling one of the many paint brushes out of the deep pockets.
It had taken her half a year but he was finally going to take a class.
The room was covered in lamps of all sizes, along the floor, on tables, and several sets of lights strung up along the archway. The atmosphere is darker once the overhead lights are shut off and the outside window is showing the last glimpse of the melting orange sky. She surveys the room turning off a few more lights as she circles around. Sylvia and Pierce move out of the way as a small group of people come in and set up as they chatter among themselves.
"It's important to remember where your light source is coming from. If anyone needs to move or move a lamp feel free to do that now. As always paint is in the back along with your very own, very cheap, paint palettes." This earns her a few laughs from those picking up the Styrofoam plates.
Occasionally the students directed a few questions to the new pair but most of the conversation is open and meant for the room. Mísol joins in when they start talking about the plays at the amphitheater. Now she's in her element. Painting, laughing, throwing out opinions and facts that don't mean much to anyone outside of the room.
From time to time Mísol walks around to see what everyone is painting. Sylvia chose to paint a vase of flowers. Pierce thought he'd pay homage to Sonny. Being the first dog Sonny was adored by all. Now there are a dozen Sonny's running around. But Sonny isn't something he could see. Instead he tried a simple sea scape with one sail boat bobbing in the water. He made sure to follow instructions and show light rippling in the water.
The night continues to crawl on making the dozens of lights in the room brighter. Every song the CD cycles through is an acoustic cover which is fitting for the hollow, spacious studio and dim empty corners.
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