Poochy has a minion!

Oopsies the Puddles

"Alright, so follow this first thick arc- it is the base for the entire piece." The snow-white ruffle called out, the various students in the circular room following her lead on their canvas. This was her favorite part of art instruction; seeing how each individual started and then progressed in their own artistic path. The arts-center had long been both job, and second home, to the constantly-multicolored ruffle. The walls themselves bore just as much evidence as her fur concerning her artistic passion.

After waiting a minute for each of the ten students to copy or otherwise modify her instructions, Poochy continued with a few more large black painted arcs on the canvas. They too would serve as the base for the rest of the piece.

"Once we have these done, then we can start with smaller details." She added, giving everyone a few minutes to follow on their own pieces.

For another twenty minutes, they continued adding large strokes to their work, occasionally then focusing on one small detail or the other. They worked in relative silence, while a few (including Poochy,) humming to an unseen tune as they painted.

"And now, for the colors!" Poochy happily exclaimed. It was no secret this was her favorite part of art, whatever medium. The various stains on the wall of the room indicated just what followed this step…

"This is all up to you! So paint away!" The ruffle crowed with glee, sending a dash of one color across her canvas with the brush in her paw. Then a quick dip of her other paw in a waiting color, before then sending it streaking over her masterpiece. Her tail was next, flicking dabs of paint all across the top and sides.

A pawful of glitter was then dashed across the larger portion, sticking to some of the paint as a bright contrast. For another few minutes all sorts of colors flew this way and that, before Poochy finally paused, looking behind her sheepishly.The three students to either side of her had quite a few new colors in their fur and feathers, while one student had shielded himself behind a blank canvas.

Obviously, he was a returning pupil, judging from the wide grin that peeked over the barrier to check if the coast was clear.

"…..oh….um…sorry everyone." Poochy remarked sheepishly, gesturing near the door- and sending more paint flying in that direction. "There's paper towels by the entrance. A lot of them…."

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CREDITS & SOURCES

Overlay by Morse
Story by Frode
Profile code by Chen
Profile design by seashell

Brush | Paint | Canvas | Floor

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