#paintsflowers

[a-crocusblooms]

@paintsflowers here you go~

Her approach was quiet, as always, proceeding with perhaps a little more caution than what was truly necessary. But, she was an artist herself, and knew all too well that one jump or jog could cause a slip-up of mighty proportions when the brush touched the canvas.

So, she was careful when she chose to make her presence known to his line of vision and, had he not already picked up on her footsteps, his range of hearing. It was not until the brush shifted away from his work that she spoke, soft as ever, curiosity lacing her words of greeting.

     “ Good afternoon, Claude, ” Dainty fingers tucked her auburn locks behind her ear as a warm smile was offered his way.  “ I do hope I'm not disturbing you too much..? If I am, I'm more than happy to talk later on. I don't wish to be a burden. ”

[a-ardently]

@paintsflowers

Her work would be nothing without inspiration, and where better to turn than a showcase of artistic greats? Though she was a free-flowing individual with ideas as unique as the prints on her fingers, she saw no harm in looking for guidance from the work of others.

Thankfully, it was quiet in the old gallery building, likely due to the gradual recline of the sun as it set behind the horizon. Most people had headed home by now, but she remained, gazing at the array of portraits and landscapes on every wall and plinth.

She was so absorbed in her fascination, in fact, that she had not noticed that she was no longer alone in this hall of paintings.