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Unease at the Easel

Added 2023-07-04 05:46:45 +0000 UTC

Kate sat at her canvas, studying the lines and curves that swirled across the surface. Today for some reason they felt lacking, as if something was missing.

She had always painted to express herself fully, pouring her emotions into abstract swathes of color. But lately a restlessness had grown within her, an ache for something more.

Setting down her brush, Kate studied her figure in the mirror. The same thin frame she had always had, the same sharp angles. But now it seemed inadequate, not quite aligned with the tumultuous feelings she held within.

A memory returned to her - of her grandmother painting at this very easel decades ago. Kate recalled the curves of her form, the gentle sway as she moved. There had been a fullness to her that Kate now longed for.

Picking up her brush once more, Kate painted in broad strokes, trying to capture the movement that lurked beneath her skin. The longing rose within her, moving her hand swifter across the canvas. Sweeping lines emerged, thick brushstrokes that spoke of the change she sought.

As the shadows lengthened across the studio, Kate stepped back from her creation. She studied it for a long moment, then looked back to her own thin frame. A whisper of a smile crossed her lips. Tomorrow, she would begin. The canvas demanded a different shape now, one aligned with the curves she would soon have. She picked up the phone and dialed.