Oof jack with an artistic reader that locks herself away and paints endlessly when her depression acts up to avoid hurting herself?
i havent gotten a jack ask in FOREVER thank u (also thank u for always liking my posts bb!! i see u ;) xx) tysm
Portrait Mode
Your head feels weighed down.
Typically, the way you'd fight the lack of motivation is to go into the studio and refuse to come out until you had something to show for it. The windows are almost always open, unless it's raining, to vent the smell of harsh acrylics and alcohol activated paints. You use a multitude of utensils, typically oil-based pastels, acrylics, watercolors, or lighter alcohol paints. All of them help you create a variety of scenes. You're best known for portraits of instagram models.
Whenever you find yourself slumped over, you'd retreat to a canvas in the back of the house and paint some beautiful girl with perfect hair and makeup. The style is foggy and dissociative; you always make it clear enough to discern features, but everything blurs together with unconvential colors and pretty highlights.
You'd been painting one of your favorite subjects for a couple of hours now, when you hear Jack knock on the door a couple of times. You glance up, responding with a delayed "hmmm-".
"You doin' alright?" He asks, and you can hear his weight against the door, but you pick up a deep blue and continue your work without much thought. "You've been in there a while, and I know it's 'cause you're not feelin' well. What're you paintin'?"
"Something pretty," you respond. "I'll show you as soon as it's done, love."
You look at the portrait. It's all whites, greys, and blues. Somehow you've created it to be moodier than you intended, but you like the way you've framed the expression. Casted down, upset, terminal. It makes you smile for the first time today, because you can take pride in few things but one of them is your art.
"Do you promise you're alright? I'd really just like to see you."
"Ten more minutes. I have some things to highlight."
You hear his sigh and his retreat back to editing or filming. You finish the eyes, adding thick white highlights to force them to pop out even in the limiting color palette. The gaze you've given Jack is one of the more piercing ones you've ever done for him.
You met him through Tumblr, when you had first started showing off your art online. The first piece he reblogged was of Sam, and you always thought it was so mediocre. By the time you finished the fourth piece dedicated to him, he messaged you and asked if you'd be okay with being featured in a video. You were surprised, but graciously accepted and showed him a WIP of a portrait of his brother because Jack's birthday had been coming up. He was astonished and thanked you graciously.
When you met in person, you had already established some kind of relationship, and you brought him paintings so he could finally see them in person. You were astonished that he liked them as much as he did. You never thought someone would enjoy your creations.
Hesitantly, you unlocked the door, showing the bluescale picture of your boyfriend. Jack wrapped you in a hug, kissing your forehead.
"I know it can be difficult in your head sometimes, but holy shit, it produces some gorgeous things."













