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I take a step back, feeling the need to get away from her. Her eyes were locked on me, flaring with anger and blood lust. "Justice must be served." she says with no trace of emotion. She extends her palm towards me, immediately light blue mist drifted silently from her palm. I stare terrified at the blue mist as it drifts around me...YOU FINISH THE STORY! :)

I take a step back, feeling the need to get away from her. Her eyes were locked on me, flaring with anger and blood lust. "Justice must be served." she says with no trace of emotion. She extends her palm towards me, immediately light blue mist drifted silently from her palm. I stare terrified at the blue mist as it drifts around me...YOU FINISH THE STORY! :)

Watercolour and Oil Pastel Resist Snowflake Kids Art - This watercolour and oil pastel resist Snowflake art idea for kids is perfect for the Winter season. Children will love discovering the secret snowflake, while playing with and mixing the watercolour

Watercolour and Oil Pastel Resist Snowflake Kids Art - This watercolour and oil pastel resist Snowflake art idea for kids is perfect for the Winter season. Children will love discovering the secret snowflake, while playing with and mixing the watercolour

2009 : t a n i a . r o l l o n d  As I lean over the wheel, magpie songs swell outside and then flood through the open door. As my pencil searches for a line, the lightning flash of a rosella cuts across the window. As I take up my paintbrush, a passing storm stains the sky and stirs the ants - I take a deep breath as the first swollen drops land.  I shape the forms, draw out the lines and paint the colours that trace these rhythms on each white surface; patterns of this place and time.

2009 : t a n i a . r o l l o n d As I lean over the wheel, magpie songs swell outside and then flood through the open door. As my pencil searches for a line, the lightning flash of a rosella cuts across the window. As I take up my paintbrush, a passing storm stains the sky and stirs the ants - I take a deep breath as the first swollen drops land. I shape the forms, draw out the lines and paint the colours that trace these rhythms on each white surface; patterns of this place and time.