Pour Art
for Proud ViM Productions' We'z walking on...
She's spent years getting it just right. The inspired set up. The perfect room. The brilliant lighting. The reconfigurable easel. Countless paints, pigments, brushes, mixing mediums, cell activators, additives.
She's selected varying heights of spacers to lift each canvas off of the table, accounting for the joyful overspilling of run-away layers, pooling happily over the sides.
She's found ideal mixing cups, measuring spoons, stir sticks, toothpicks, aprons and gloves. Her favorite hair dryer and step stool have a place.
All is within easy reach, far from the dangers of the torch.
She's worked out optimal access and all the best angles.
She's even created the place to rest the canvas while it dries. The space is covered but breathable - the place where art settles down. The spot where paint goes to harden after toothpicks are satisfied.
It's a labor of love. Creating. She's alive when she's painting. In the zone. Twirling magic with her hands. Watching ebbs of blues and greens dazzle and ooze. It's heaven when orange wanders wavelike into golden yellow.
A touch of negative space should do the trick. Just there, in the upper righthand corner where cells erupt. Where she can almost reach!
But no. She looses her balance. Slips her wet gloved hand into her developing masterpiece.
P...a...i...n...t...
s...p...l...a...s...h...e...s...
e....v....e....r....y....w....h....e....r....e.....!!!
Her hand pulls up high and to the right, sending hair dryer and blasts of cool air, trailing paint, cell activators, and pigments flying wild across her easel. Paint sloshes off the table, careening toward the sheet protectors already anticipating the chaos on the ground.
It's a beautiful mess in the making.
She drops her right foot back and down, stepping off the step stool, forgetting all about the package she just unboxed. That delivery of This Little Piggy pigments and happy mediums.
And suddenly she's
g..l..i..d..i..n..g
through the bubble wrap. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pour art?
Poor art, indeed.
This one's gonna be a masterpiece.
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Copyright © 05/04/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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Author's Notes: Word count: 323
This microfiction is written for PVIM's Unofficial Challenge, We'z Walking on... Anything but Sunshine
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Comments (8)
Incredible painting and absolutely wonderful story inspired by the medium! Thanks for sharing both!
Maybe she could take photos of the room afterwards as art!
Amazing story. But the pour art ♥...
Oh wow, this was such a clever take on this challenge! Loved your story!
Was hard to read, with always scrolling up to the painting. Absolutely great, especially the painting, I love it!
A very clever entry! There were about a half dozen pour painters in my art group, and done right, the results are spectacular. Your example is definitely done right!
Pollock’s masterpieces unmasked! A wonderful blend of organization and chaos, Christy! Loved it!
Oh, this is wonderful! I love stories and poem about painting so much. You've done a wonderful job with colors here. Funny, because I just took a break from writing a poem with the word "masterpiece" in it - kinda feel like I was guided here on a wavelength 🤗