This is Maisie.
She loves nothing more than picking up a brush or pencil and guiding a story over a canvas. Autumn leaves and rain ignite her passion. She’s the soil awaiting the flood of enrichment. Reds, blues and yellows evoke a storm in her head – a storm she sets free on paper.
Sometimes it’s princesses; other times it is violins. Wherever her brush goes, she captures a scene. The sunset inspires her. The sunrise chases her. Until she reaches her outlet she will never find peace.
But there’s something missing. You see, she doesn't go outside. She likes the rain, yet only against the window pane.