1st of Spring, 510 AV Location: Traveler's Row [Purpose: Painting Practice/Training] Aneira had met Tilia on one of her many winter escapades to the Great Bazaar. Diminutive and plump, Tilia barely cleared the counter behind which her artwork was displayed, and might've been easy to miss completely if it weren't for the brilliance of her wildfire hair. Charmed instantly, Aneira had lingered at Tilia's stand more than a handful of times, fussing over the paintings and begging the woman's advice on technique and inspiration. There was an easy rapport between the two creative minds, and Tilia was quick to offer a few lessons in painting to Aneira, come Spring. The cobblestones were warm with the late-day sun as Aneira arrived at Traveler's Row. Tilia ushered her into a quaint two-room apartment, the majority of which had been cleared for use as a working space. An easel was propped near the largest window, catching the muted rays of spring light onto a blank, stretched canvas. There was the sharp, promising scent of paint, and colorful evidence of it smudged nearly everywhere. "So," Tilia began, fluttering about behind Aneira and slipping an apron over the girl's head. "You have a basic grasp on mixing your palette and handling your brush, my dear?" "Yes, Miss Tilia. Enough to get me by for a basic wash over my masks. I usually supplement that with a mishmash of other decoration: fabrics, gems... and the result is pretty enough, but it's holding me back." Aneira watched as her instructor sorted through brushes, selected three, and lined them up on the table beside her. "It's limiting my visions. I want to work with layers of paint, create texture, pattern..." Tilia nodded, and picked up the palette she had prepared. Her rich, chocolate eyes were quick and calculating, expertly considering and then approving the hues she had chosen, before she offered the palette to Aneira. "All right, deary-dear, we'll get you there. Let's start with a basic exercise so that Miss Tilia can see what you've got already. Let's..." she pursed her lips, staring at Aneira with that immensely friendly sort of scrutiny, in that funny way she had. "Let's do a graded wash, yes? Then Miss Tilia can see your control with the brush and the water." She picked up a brush with, Aneira noted, a thoughtlessly expert grasp. "Choose a color, and begin with only the slightest bit of water to your paint," she continued, dipping into a jar of water, and then mixing a puddle of diluted paint. "Let's try red, and..." With one long, solid stroke, she placed an intense line of red across the top of the canvas, from left to right. "And continue the motion quickly." Gracefully, Tilia dabbed off the brush, dipped it again, and then began just beneath the first stroke, overlapping in a thick, solid line that blended dark into light, right from left. "Let the paint and water do their work, but manipulate them. You continue." She handed the brush to Aneira. Aneira caught the bead of paint from beneath Tilia's last stroke, and spread the color across with her own. Smooth, silk, bleeding red. "Exactly. Flowing, without stopping, letting your hand and the paint move naturally," Tilia encouraged. As Aneira continued, adding more water gradually, each stroke fading lighter and lighter nearly to pink, Tilia observed and made small corrections. "Yes, as I thought, you already have quite wonderful control. A natural at that. It is not a romantic exercise, I know, but you can't get romantic about painting without knowing how to use your hands first." Tilia's cheeks lined with a mischievous grin that had Aneira flushing in laughter. |