Natalie, Someone New

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ByEarl
Natalie used to paint standing, stretching to reach the tops of her canvases. After the chair, she spent a week staring at a blank one. Now paint freckled her lap as she rolled closer, her arm aching with the effort.

The self-portrait felt too much like being seen. Each brushstroke brought her closer to a face she recognized—and someone she was still learning to know.

She whispered a promise to be gentle with that face. When the instructor called time, Natalie kept looking at the painting, unfinished.

So was she.

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Monte Stevens
Monte Stevens
19 days ago

I do like this image. I am not sure if you created the image first or the story first. But it’s wonderful. I feel we are all learning to know who we are so I relate to this story and image both. And we are all unfinished! Great ending! Or maybe the beginning!

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Earl
18 days ago
Reply to  Monte Stevens

Most of the time, the sequence runs as concept, image, and then micro-story, though sometimes something comes to me during the process or even out of the blue, and everything might change. Yes, hopefully, if we’re still living and growing, we are all unfinished.

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