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Senior Fifth
CREA TION Robert Crysler
I tookacanvasfrom my rack, and set it on my easel. The stark, barren
cloth stared back to me, urging me to take my brush and paint it over. I could feel no impression at first, but then it slowly came over me, and with quick strokes I sketched in a pattern. Somewhere, from in the distant past, I remembered a face that had struck me as being so exquisitely detailed and formed.
The head began to fill in rapidly now . A socket for the eyes was in ev- idence, as were a half-formed mouth, nose, forehead, and hair. The chin was first to become a real shape. It was not a square, ugly chin, as many were , but a rounded one having a gentle curve to it. The cheeks filled in next. They were well-proportioned, round, yet not bulging, and had a delicate pink highlight to add to the fair skin. The mouth was not in a full-fledged smile. It was formed with the lips closed, extending into something lighter than pen- siveness, while remaining less than a grin. Thepug-noseturnedupattheend ever so slightly. Set into the white of the eyes were two large, blue eyes. They looked down with a perceptive gaze. The eyebrows were light and barely noticeable , the forehead partly hidden with hair. The gangs were brushed to either side , gradually blending with the rest of the hair. And the hair, it was a golden blonde shade, falling be low the shoulders in gentle, soft waves. I t
curved around the face, as if to caress it. Behind this intriguing countenance was a clear, light blue sky, setting off the face.
My work was done. I laid down my brush with a feeling of satisfaction. It was marvellous to see different colours and shapes take body and form a woman graced with beauty--! must have felt something as did the Great Masters,
only in a much lesser degree.
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