Jilly had abandoned the house for a chance to lay on the lawn.
It wasn't the best position for doing art. Not in the slightest. But it was a beautiful day and she was in the mood for something different, and so she'd brought her pochade box out onto the grass and was currently fingerpainting on the canvas.
The mess was worse than usual. Acrylics stained her fingers bright colors as she smeared shapes onto the small frame, and caught the edges of her sleeves and the tips of her hair when she bent forward.
The subject of her painting was a caterpillar, ever so slowly inching along a blade of grass in front of her. However long she'd been out here doing this, it hadn't been long enough for it to move out of her line of sight.
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It wasn't the best position for doing art. Not in the slightest. But it was a beautiful day and she was in the mood for something different, and so she'd brought her pochade box out onto the grass and was currently fingerpainting on the canvas.
The mess was worse than usual. Acrylics stained her fingers bright colors as she smeared shapes onto the small frame, and caught the edges of her sleeves and the tips of her hair when she bent forward.
The subject of her painting was a caterpillar, ever so slowly inching along a blade of grass in front of her. However long she'd been out here doing this, it hadn't been long enough for it to move out of her line of sight.