Habushu sat in his room at home, staring at his backpack and his desk, then his painting easel and his art supplies. He didn’t want to be doing regular homework, he wanted to be painting. Ever since Jacie had encouraged him to, he’d been painting more and more. Not just admiring the art, but creating it. It was exhilarating to paint. He seemed to be inspired by just about anything these days. A broken tree branch, a crumbling building that was hidden by bushes and ivy.He listened intently for his parents but didn’t hear a thing and decided they must be on the opposite side of the house. They didn’t approve of his neglect of school work for painting but he didn’t care as long as he was left alone. They weren’t going to take away his art supplies but he knew they would much rather he concentrate on science or perhaps math. Neither of which interested him in the slightest. Art was what called to him most, and he was going to answer that call. He got up and moved to his easel.
His homework lay forgotten in his bag as he pulled out fresh paper and began drawing. He’d decided that he was going to be an artist when he grew up. Creating beautiful paintings was his dream job. He picked up the paint brush and swirled it in some water he had waiting to dampen it, then set brush to paint to canvas. Creating something glorious.
