artistic expression
☄ — @chxaaron
when faced with the option of any lake-related activities and the craft shack, rhys will, without a doubt, always pick dry land—and by proxy, art. he calls it self-preservation, though the majority of his friends see it as evidence of something else. it’s okay, hydrophobia is a real thing, one of them tells him before running off (sans lifejacket) and jumping into the cool water. rhys wants to yell out that he isn’t scared of anything, thanks, but his friend is presumably drowning or something by now and rhys wants nothing to do with them. suffer, sure.
he doesn’t mind cycling through the various stations at the craft shack. as a kid, he thinks he remembers wanting to be an artist, or maybe he just liked coloring books and drawing on the walls? whatever it was, he recalls enjoying expressing himself in such a way. now that he’s older, he won’t claim to have any artistic talent whatsoever, but rhys is friends with enough creative people that he thinks he won’t completely fail whatever he attempts. their genius rubbed off in him in some quantity, right?
with that in mind, he approaches his canvas with confidence. what style to try and emulate, however… dressed in a smock and tapping his lips with a clean paintbrush, rhys stares at the cavas as if it holds the answers to the universe. should he go for an impressionistic style? fauvistic? no, he’s just a beginner—maybe something abstract, yeah. just follow his heart and his instincts on this. with a decisive nod and the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips, rhys dips his brush in the paint and begins.
it… resembles nothing and the canvas looks like it’s been shot in several places, but rhys doesn’t seem to notice. he blissfully continues painting, stopping only when his eyes land on a box of glitter. hey… that would be highly unorthodox, but isn’t art about innovation? he shifts closer to it. maybe he should…
