Art.

3.Midnight Collage Therapy.

She came gliding towards the table in her long evening gown, “Sorry I’m Late, but I shall begin” she said.

And placed herself on the seat at the dining table, searching for a piece of paper in the midst of an absolute mess.

While me and eldest were seated on the same table for two hours before her, cutting away scraps of paper signifying where our minds were silently wandering off to.

“This is quite Therapeutic” said she,

The trees swayed to the silent breeze, ruffles of tiny leaves,

The breeze scattered towards all houses, slithering through our window that displayed the Prussian Blue sky.

A bright orange light burnt vigorously shadowing the magazines we peered into, magazines filled with Gossip and so called “Catchy” taglines.

An hour later, we placed our collages in front of each other, and played a little game of interpretation of each other’s work.

Finally explaining our own interpretation of the scraps stuck on our fair white sheets.

As the Therapy de-cluttered our overburdened minds,

And at 2:30 am we fell asleep.

This was the story of our Midnight Collage Therapy.

-JalataMelon

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1.Oh, What did you do? *There are no Rules in Art*

Hello Everyone,

So as part of my Summer Blogger Challenge, I’ve decided to take on writing 25 posts before the end of August. This, is my first post.

A few days ago, my three little nephews came over while we had a small food party, in  my culture, food party’s are very important, and as it is a special month, they are quite common. I fell asleep at around 5pm, and woke up to a cool evening of rain and the smell of delicious food. I went to the dining table only to find my cousin and  his children running around and squealing with laughter, they met me with enthusiastic excitement (knowing that I’m the secret Batman of the city).

They walked into my room and their eyes grew with excitement at the sight of my easel, which I hadn’t used for very long, what made them even more excited, was a big, blank canvas waiting to be filled with imagination, sitting on my easel.

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“Can we colour?” my oldest nephew asked me, he’s 5 years old.

I agreed of course, and gave him and his brother a big box and said,”I present to you The big box of INCREDIBLE THINGS”, and it was hilariously adorable how their eyes widened with a loud WOAHH and opened it to peak inside.

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