Humming a soft tune, Mary sat in her studio bathing in the amber glow filtering through the red curtains of the clear glass window. She was cleaning her brushes to put away after finishing a new painting. She was trying to paint the picture of the sunrise that Theo had sent her that morning when he was at the sea.
“I need to practice more.” She said to herself after taking a long look at the painted canvas of red, blue, and golden hues. But it was better than her past works, which lacked depth and dimension. This one wasn’t that good either but it had some resemblance to the reference image.
She put away the wet brushes in the sunlight to dry, wiped off her hands on the apron, clicked a selfie with the painting, and sent it to Theo attached with the text – “Wanna see something!”
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