There was so much out there. How could she ever hope to capture it? This niggled at Angela for days, then she decided that the only way to do it was to start.
She set up her easel and placed a single twig before her and began to look long and hard at it. She looked beyond the leaves and bark into the soul of the thing. She then began to simply sketch what filled her mind’s eye. Eight hours later she pushed back and took in the fruit of her labour. “Leaf,” the true leaf had taken form on the paper. It seemed almost three dimensional.
So realistic was the rendering that she reached out to touch it. As she did it fell from the page and drifted to the floor.
Amazed, she blinked and picked it up. She could feel its texture and weight. It was indeed a leaf.
She immediately sat back before her easel and began to work.
Four days later her mother knocked her door.
“We were worried about you,” she said letting herself into the studio. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
The bleary-eyed Angela looked towards her mother and ans merely said, “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”
“Let’s see it then,” her mother said and leaned over to look at the blank paper. “Working?” she asked.
“Yes, my best stuff yet,” Angela said.
“Hmm,” her mum said unconvinced. “I’ll leave you to it, and eat something. You look awful.”
“Okay, Mum,” the artist replied.
With that her mother left not having noticed the pile of leaves and twigs around her daughter’s ankles.