Artist's Adventure/Beach
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Current revision as of 20:11, 22 February 2016
The Beach
In your mind, you imagine a white sand beach, an ocean so pure blue in the fading light of the orange sunset it almost has an ethereal, purple hue. A dark forest lies behind the beach, dark green foliage and menacing, vague silhouettes hidden in the darkness. Most prominent, however, is the lone sailor washed up on the sand, the reaching waves barely licking at his ankles.
Touching the paintbrush to the canvas, colors spiral out from the tip, staining the pure white canvas exactly as you pictured in your mind. Jerking the paintbrush away, you hastily rub your eyes. I must be seeing things, you think, there's no way that really happened. Maybe my brain is still in dream mode or something.
Opening your eyes, you find that in the small area around where the paintbrush touched, a section from the image in your mind really is painted there. Biting your lip, you swipe a line from left to right through the center of the canvas. Just like before, colors spiral out of your paintbrush ending about an inch from where it touches. You quickly reveal the rest of the painting, not daring to blink lest the image disappear.
You touch the painting with your hand, wondering if the texture of the paint is there only to have your hand engulfed into the painting! You take your hand out as fast as you can, your eyes flicking between your hand and the painting. You slowly reach back into the painting, feeling a cool breeze. With a deep breath and eyes shut tight, you lean your head inside, lose your balance, and fall completely inside.
Your senses are immediately assaulted. There's the roar of the ocean, the gentle breeze, the soft sand and the sharp scent of salt water. Pulling yourself up onto your knees, you take in the scenery around you with wide eyes. Everything looks exactly as you painted it, only real.
You decide to...
