

An Artist's Touch -06-Matt ; futile wishesAn Artist's Touch -06-
I decided to teach my class about pastels this week. I quickly drew up an example to show what textures I was looking for. To my surprise, it looked abstractly professional. Maybe I'd keep it and give it to Mikey. He's always liked abstract. After I demonstated to the group the different textures and mixing, I displayed a pastel drawing that I completed in highschool - it's not very good, I need to make a better one someday - to put beside the textures so they'd have something to go off of in terms of what techniques to start from.
I was born in a suburb of New York in the United States, but wh


An Artist's Touch -05-Leighlah ; guilt trips are inevitableAn Artist's Touch -05-
I finished my cookie and placed the lid back on the coffee cup. I brought the cup to my lips and took a deep drink, allowing the creamer-filled liquid to burn the inside walls of my throat as it went down.
The door to Starbucks opened, causing the ringing of the store bells to clang throughout the building. A person rushed in, at the till almost immediately. When the person placed his order, his raspy voice filled my ears with familiarity.
Matt paid for his coffee and turned around to find an empty booth, his eyes landing on me and Danielle. He smiled and raised a


An Artist's Touch -04-Leighlah ; liberation comes with a priceAn Artist's Touch -04-
Have you ever had a moment in your life where you sat back and reflected everything you ever done, said, or thought to that date? Everything that's ever been done or said to you? And I mean everything. I've had one. It was a defining moment, a brutal wakeup call. It made me realise that my life was going in a direction I was unhappy with, and didn't want to continue in that direction. It also gave me the strength to walk away.
Walking away. Hah. I packed my things and ran full-tilt. Finding the courage to leave is the hardest thing for any abused wife to bring herself to do.


An Artist's Touch -03-Leighlah ; a mother's disappointmentAn Artist's Touch -03-
The doorbell rang, and I hastily set my art down somewhere where Danielle wouldn't attack it with her crayons. I looked at her, sprawled out on the floor coloring on a piece of paper. When I had started working on my art half an hour ago, she had wanted to mimic me. As I smiled at my daughter, the doorbell rang a second time.
"I'm coming!"
I hurried to the front door and opened it, coming face to face with my mother. Wonderful. Don't get me wrong. I love the woman that suffered through the 13 hours of brutal no-painkillers agony to give me my life. But it got on my
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