Here they are, just as I promised, the rest of the week's prompt writings. I had to Wii after supper and then cool down so it's a little late, but I made it.
May 29--Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn, Philosopher in Meditation. The painting was shocking when Emmaline saw it. It wasn't very big and it certainly wasn't colorful to catch her eye, but she couldn't walk past. She felt as if she were spying on the old man's privacy. He sat in his chair in a bubble of yellow light from the window. His servant crouched behind the twisted stairs tending the fire. She wanted to step into the painting, to sit at the philosopher's feet and listen to his slow words and learn.
May 30 & 31--Magdalenian School (Paleolithic era), Male and Female Deer. The rock was so smooth and white that he couldn't resist making that first mark on it. He wasn't bold enough to put it in the center or up where someone would see it. He crouched down and drew a little beetle near the floor with a piece of charcoal. The old man watched him with his cold black eyes, not saying a word but he didn't make him rub it off. Whenever he got the chance he drew on stones or pieces of wood. He even drew in the dirt with a sharp stick but that wasn't permanent enough. He watched how the animals acted, how they ran, raised their young, ate, and played. He worked hard to make them come alive when he painted them on the walls of the cave. He was especially happy with the deer. He thought the old man liked them too.
That's all for me today and that's all for May. Tomorrow is the first of June. Amazing. It's been too cool to be the end of May. Everything's a week late, at least. But there are tiny green blueberries on my bushes. Squee!
--Barbara
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