Water-colour on 300 g/m Texture Water-colour Block.
20" X 16"
I know, I know, I’m bored again.
It was late at night in my Studio.
Tired and fast running out of ideas.
Sarah taps at the door and her impish eyes smile at me from the crack.
She thinks she is so grown up but she awkwardly tiptoes towards the couch with an embarrassed grin.
At 13 she still has that “Puppy” scent!
I do not envy her next 10 years.
She balls her body, hugging her knees, on my couch, complaining of sleeplessness.
Talks and talks at me, her uncle, who just nods and occasionally murmurs ever so slightly to a "What do you think Unk!
I reach for the blank sheet of watercolour-paper I have on the easel.
I know she likes her uncle who is never much in the country.
She think he is “Cool”.
She says she cannot talk in the same way to anyone else.
Sketch finished I reach for the brushes.
But I feel a fraud…and yet sadly proud to be here, listening to her disjointed musings, this late in the night, her pouring out her soul.
The background and base shades are done.
She was too tired to sleep.
I can see I will lose her soon.
She is too passionate not to fall in love deeply and then I will just be a faded memory.
But I am happy to just listen for once.
The Pyjamas need doing now.
I put a Lamp on for more light.
She talks of boredom and adventure that is hardly possible for a girl with village parents and a tight loving family.
The warm colours come next.
She is too naive for the cruelty that lies beyond this friendly shore.
Alas, in some years I might return, invited to her wedding to that lucky boy who will steal her innocent big eyes from me.
But I will have this painting to remember this night by.
I notice it is quiet…she sleeps in a foetal curl, sweet squeaks coming from her dreams.
I lift her and lazy arms encircle my neck.
Gently I lay her down on her bed and cover her tiny body.
I feel emptiness in my soul but happiness in my heart.
This is special!