My wide eyes looked at him with desire, desire for which I could not have for alas he was
wed to another. I sit still as I watch him gently glide the brush over the canvas. I looked at the fineness of his face as he concentrated on the painting of me which was to be presented to Van Ruijven. My master looks up and my heart fills with warmth, but that warmth hastily disintegrates for he feels no warmth for me. An eerie silence fills the studio; all that is heard is the soft brushstrokes as he paints. The joy and fear that I once felt at being the subject of his art has now been replaced by anguish and isolation; anguish over knowing that the great man standing in front of me painting shall never be mine as I once hoped for I have seen how much this man loves his wife Catharina. The cause of the isolation is that I fear that Catharina has discovered my heart’s true desire so she keeps my mind and hands occupied with wretched and gruesome tasks. My heart and mind demand god why was it that I had not met him first, that he had not fallen in love with me, as dangerous thoughts wander my mind I did not even notice him stop painting and watching me. As I look up to see her, I notice a sad regretful look come upon her features that was not present when I had started. What was she thinking of? The thought roamed my mind. Then suddenly her features shifted to reveal a more subtle forlornness upon her face. As I study her face I realize that this is the face which shall be vested upon my canvas, the subtlety of emotion in her face and her eyes is what Van Ruijven shall receive when this portrait is complete. The moment the realization hit me I vigorously began painting her once more. As I pull myself out the depths of my mind I notice that my master has begun working with more enthusiasm once more, my mind wonders what could’ve caused such a sudden and dramatic change within a
person. I hear sudden and fast footsteps climbing the stairs. I open my eyes to see a foot stepping inside the studio I hold my breath and pray to god that the lady be merciful. sharnpreet gill If you want me to write more just because this was that good. as I finally decided on a course of action. to be continued
By. As I begin to pull the courage to ask I hear a voice. I watch numb with fear to see the knob turn and as the door slowly begins to open close my eyes and prepare myself for the enraged outburst that was sure to come.. She is home! As I look up at my master I see that he too has heard Catharina for he has stopped painting and was now looking towards the door.. As the footsteps stop outside the door of the studio I hold my breath. My mind frantically wonders what I should do. make a comment underneath :
. a voice I clearly identify as one belonging to non-other than Catharina.