Attempt

The world outside was peaceful and blanketed in white fluf. 

She had everything prepared and soon she sat quietly on the windowsill, wrapped in a cozy plaid and stared outside, her hands cupped around warm cup of linden tea. The book of her favourite author laid open on the tiny table, she had stopped at page five. She looked at it for a moment and then returned her gaze towards the window. The snowlakes had started their mesmerizing dance again. She shifted a bit, then moved a bit more. Finally she gave up, took her half-drank tea to the couch and switched on TV. Half an hour later she had gone through all the chanels twice and stopped on an old movie she had seen at least a dozen times. Various different snacks were displayed on the coffee table nearby and her hand rhytmically snatched them one by one and put them in her mouth. She retrieved her gaze from TV from time to time only to look at the plates and bowls. Suddenly, her phone pinged and she switched her attention to that. Soon she had submerged herself in the world of Facebook, scrolling absendmindly. The TV desperatelly tried to get back her atention but it was a lost battle.

Ouside a lonely deer had entered her backyard and looked at her through the window.

Steps

He was going round and round the tree placing careful soundless steps on polypores that spiralled from the very bottom of the tree till the top. It had been raining heavily last night therefore his fingers clutched the bark of the tree until it was hard to straighten them. When he reached his Hollow he exhaled heavily, shook and stretched his body and wigled his stif fingers. It was tea time. 

Fog

The air was so moist that it slowly soaked her hair and soon enough unrully curls spring to life as if hair Iron had never touched them. All Jane could hear was crunching of the frozen snow under her own feet. She could not see much also because all the world around her was drenched in milky fog so much that it erased the horizont. Suddenly, a shadow moved somewhere in the distance. 

"Oh, dear!" Jane exclaimed and she was right. 

Experiment 6

This time it was black canvas and painting mostly with white. I notice that my hand had become steadier and I am more confident on canvas. There was not much colours wasted. I noticed that I want to try some different shapes and objects. 

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Experiment 5

This time we painted on green canvas and we tried to paint a stresam. I can say that I'm slowly mastering the trees and bushes, whereas the stresam took me by surprise. It was way harder than it looked. Just like with the clouds. All in all the result is quite good.

I have notice that I have become way more critical. I'm not so enthusiastic about the outcome anymore. However, I have to admit that it is decent looking. 

Experiment 4

So this was season 1 episode4. I was a bit usure how it Will turn out because it was all white, Grey and black colours with just a tiny touch of Red and blue AND there were clouds, Mountain and fir trees to be drawn. But it turned out ok. I am kind of Proud with my sky and my pine tree. I didn't squeeze in a cabin because the trees and Mountain took way too much space. I added a pass and a pine tree on my own.

As to the painting itself, I felt more confindent in mixing colours and choosing instruments, I wasted less colours and I was not in too much need for the video instructions. However, I have also become a bit more critical to the result. I believe the magic of the first time success has worn off a bit.

I had a small side painting on paper (with real artists and a group of others). It was a bit differet experience

but I used the techniques I had learned so far and was pleasantly surprised by the result. 

What are the odds?

Sylia was asked to choose between a safe bet and a riskier one. The safe choice implied total rejection of all her childhood dreams and hopes, and gracefully offered complete prosperity and safety in return. However, as it in those kind of cases the temptation was heavier with the riskier one. The risks were also increadibly high and in case of loss she could loose more than just herself. The loss would open some kind of void of destruction that would suck in everything that was dear to Sylia. There were some seconds left to make the decision and she was not ready yet.