The tip of the brush tickles the canvas As it traces the outline of the illustrious Wings. Followed by spindly antennae that almost protrude from the white plane. Bulbous eyes appear, starting with one spherical ommatidia after another. Then, an appendage in the like of a purple passion vine twine stems from the head of the envisioned creature.
The brush swooshes in the water preparing for the most important part of the masterpiece. Hues of blue begin to form on a palette, one like the bright morning sky—that will breathe life into the painting— and another—the color of dusk—to add the edge of reality.
Geometric shapes take form in the wings for depth and texture, like the odd shapes of rain drops on a window after it rains. And then the final touches, speckles of white on the outer edges of the flying devices, faint yet as noticeable as the petals of a dandelion floating through the air.