closed : @ollieblairhd location : ollie’s studio
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 has his head spinning ( or maybe it’s the dizzying notes of paint and turpentine in the air ) as he bounces from foot to foot, the floorboards creaking along with each shift in weight. brush in hand, it takes every ounce of restraint not to attack the wall with reckless abandon, splattering it in every shade of the rainbow until not a hint of white remained. this is ollie’s studio, he reminds himself, cutting a sideward glance towards his friend as she rummages through enough art supplies to keep heartsdale elementary in finger paint for years to come. “ okay, you know i have no impulse control around this stuff. ” he shatters their cone of silence with a flourish of his brush. over her shoulder, pinks melt into oranges above the downtown skyline, reminding him of sherbet on a hot, summer day. at sunset, their speck of a town felt larger than life. “ please tell me what we’re painting before i go full banksy on this wall. ”