Painting Stories

Tom was nearly seven, such a happy little boy. Like all children of his age, he loved to play, go to school and just do all the things little boys do. The one thing about Tom, he was a trier. No matter what he was asked to do, he would always do his best. He wasn’t very good at schoolwork but he always tried very hard. His mummy and daddy didn’t mind that he wasn’t very good at anything. As long as he did his best, that w...

I am slumped in a chair, staring at my newest painting. For over twenty-four hours I have been awake, painting in a near-trance for more than half that time. The painting portrays a scene not far from my studio, a shallow bay on Lake Madeline. A woman emerges naked from the water. An overturned canoe floats nearby. The woman’s name is Lily. Memories flood in. ***** Thunder rumbled in the distance. I glanced towards the so...

Below them sits the Gryphon, silent, unmoving whilst his one true love leans over, tying her scarf around his arm, a token of her love to remind him that through the trials of war, he is ever in her heart and her spirit rides with him. Her knight in shining armour on his fine white steed gazes into her eyes, for with her by his side he will fear nothing. The fine gold threads, like the golden tresses of her hair cascading...

That look she casts over her naked shoulder,the long expanse of smooth alabaster skin.The knowing painter's eye examines ever deeper,while I hardly would know where to begin.The elongated supple spine and velvet skininvite the gentle touch of ling'ring fingertips.And yet her gaze denies the hitheringand holds voyeurs at bay with pouting lips. What calculus did Ingres maketo paint the brimming passion chilled,the smothered...

The package arrived at his home on a Monday morning, 10:42 am to be exact. George remembered this because that was the day his assistant, Clarissa, was late to arrive. She had called to apologise, there had been a smash-up on the freeway and while the four vehicle pile-up had not been her fault, he would have docked her pay if she had been remiss in informing him. In fact, he found himself trying to justify doing so anywa...

The Saturday painting party was a huge success as over two dozen people showed up. True to their word the city and dropped off some industrial sized paint cans of black Rustoleum paint. One of the parishioners that owned a hardware store donated, brushes, disposable paint pans and rollers, and he offered instructions and tips on painting. The work commenced around 8:00 AM and around 9:00 PM the caterer arrived. A tent com...

She stepped back and admired her handiwork. The painting had taken her months to complete. Someone in her grieving group had suggested she go back to painting after her husband died, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. She hadn’t painted in years, rarely finding the time after the kids were born. Now that she was alone again, she certainly had plenty of time. Time, the thing that seems so precious to some, and now...