Taylor Finds Her Smile

Caption: Mouth-painted by Brom Wikstrom "Home"


Taylor closed her eyes. So much for planning ahead, she thought. Ever since she had discovered how to draw, Taylor had focused her mind on one future, and that was becoming an artist.


First, she had practiced her drawing with pencils; then she had worked at mastering charcoal, conté, and ink. Each medium had certain difficulties but also aspects that she loved.


Then she learned how to paint, first with watercolors and gouache (gwash) and then with acrylic and oil paints.


Sculpture was fun, too, but somehow the paint and a blank canvas called to her. At least it used to.


Taylor tried not to think further; it only made her head hurt. It was the only part of her that could feel pain now.


Days stretched into weeks. Hospital rehab claimed some of her time, but she didn't care. The car accident had broken her neck, and no amount of rehab was going to change that.


Taylor stopped holding images in her mind. It had been fun to analyze the play of light and shadow in the images and then try to decide how to apply the colors to achieve the same effect on paper. Now it was a pointless exercise. Her hands were as useless as her legs.


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