Getting the Brush Off

Getting the Brush Off — page 5
my head and wiggle them in the air so I know the people watching me can see Then I bring them down to the small table set up next to my easel where I keep my supply of paints I waste no time dipping my fingertips into several different blobs of bluish color the paint warmed from the midsummer Halifax sun This is my favorite part I lift my fingers paint dripping off my nails I twirl around in a flurried double turn before I push my hands onto the picture smearing the paint until I’ve got the colors just right A couple of people applaud my dance and one person laughs when I start using my fingers on the canvas But their curiosity soon makes them quiet again The boardwalk around us is busy but I don’t hear the bustle over the beat of my music I slide my fingers from the center of the painting outward to the edge and then wipe my hands on my shirt I step back from the painting taking a few seconds to consider the work as I lip-synch along to the music and play some beats on a set of air drums Then I prance forward snatch up a final brush and attack the canvas with short strokes of white paint 4 MERE JOYCE