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.