Post 1623. Thursday January 25
In his studio, a crumbling concrete bunker midst the trees, an artist stared at a blank canvas, his mind empty, his thoughts a vapid open space, the river of inspiration just a dry and dusty ditch.
He hurl
ed an easel across the room, trampled on crumpled paint tubes, then crouched in a corner, his weary head in his hands.
Then through the rusty iron grid that crisscrossed the broken window, a sunray permeated the gloom and translucent shadows began to dance, trip and frolic upon the peeling walls, and the awful silence was broken by a songbird whistling a cheery tune.
He unfurled his aching body, righted his easel, grasped some sheets of paper, adorned his palette with paints of many colours, and with a flick of his wrist pictures begin to form; one, two, ten, more.
*
Many years passed before the deserted studio was stumbled upon; a glimpse of heaven a reporter wrote, inspirational artifacts said an expert, but nobody knew the identity of the creator. Not a name, not a signature, not a single clue.
Composed for Six Sentence Stories where this week’s cue word is Dry
Keith's Ramblings 
I bet that happens a lot with art and with writing.
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There must be so much hidden treasure out there Irene.
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Absolutely.
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There’s a lot of great art we never see
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I’m certain there is. Thanks for dropping in.
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Man! is this the week for vivid (and visceral) Sixes!? damn good wordation, yo
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It makes me wonder if all the words I’ve written, hidden on my hard drive will someday be discovered. Probably not, but hey. The story was well written and food for thought – the best kind.
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It would be nice to think so. Thank you so much.
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The muse cannot be commanded, only coaxed. Well done!
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This is so true. Thank you.
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Your opening sentence speaks to all who create art whether through paint on canvas or words upon paper or a screen. I’ve often stared at a blank screen, my own ‘mind empty, .. thoughts a vapid open space, the river of inspiration just a dry and dusty ditch.”
Very relatable, well done 6!
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As you say, we all find ourselves there from time to time. Thanks so much
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Nicely written. The frustration of the artist, the unexpected muse that released his creativity for a future audience to enjoy!
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Beautifully put Brenda, thank you.
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Wonderful story, Keith! I think of all the stories written and all the pictures painted that the world never gets to see, so many treasures! I think that’s why I love blogging and the Internet, we are able to share and appreciate what others share so much more! I could envision your story taking place in the studio, and I think it’s often true that creativity flows freely after a dry spell is finally broken.
Josie Two Shoes ~ Six Sentence Stories
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That’s very intriguing. What a great story premise!
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Very kind of you, thanks.
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Wow! There is so much action depicted in your SSS. It was easy to feel what he was feeling and doing. You are quite the artist yourself in weaving your words.
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You say the nicest things, Pat! Thank you.
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