Sitting beside Hablex, Wilson’s gaze had returned to the drawing and she smiled in return. Hablex seemed like a really sweet girl. She liked her.
“Oh, I don’t do a lot of art nowadays. But I went through a phase a long time ago where I was obsessed with painting. I’d met a calligraphist who took me in as a pupil and taught me how to use my arm as an instrument, and my brush as an extension of my arm.” She looked out into the room, making a small sweeping motion with her hand poised to hold an imaginary brush. “And that was when something triggered for me. For the next few years all I wanted to do was write pretty words and paint. I found such joy in creating - and I still do! It was just a long time ago... so lately, I’ve taken to learning pottery and baking.”
He hand returned to her lap and she looked over at Hablex, eyes shining at the recalled memories. “Thanks for reminding me of that...” she said softly. “Sometimes I forget... the joys I’ve had before.”
She looked back to the drawing again. “But uh, you! You’ve definitely got a keen eye for art. I can tell by the form of Amy you drew. You got the main lines of action down nicely. The drawing has lots of movement and I like it!”
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