Mostly, she'd been thinking that she felt like painting a pretty picture with a whole lot of her favourite colours. That was usually her primary reason for undertaking any artistic endeavour. It never struck her that all the great artists must have had some kind of reason for their work. Something they wanted to convey to the world, or some way to leave behind their legacy when they were gone. Mary was just in it for fun.
Eirika always asked the tough questions about art, didn't she.
Mary frowned at the canvas, trying to remember if she was feeling anything in particular when she started.
"...My Dad does a lot of paintings like these. I wanted to make one, too!"
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Mostly, she'd been thinking that she felt like painting a pretty picture with a whole lot of her favourite colours. That was usually her primary reason for undertaking any artistic endeavour. It never struck her that all the great artists must have had some kind of reason for their work. Something they wanted to convey to the world, or some way to leave behind their legacy when they were gone. Mary was just in it for fun.
Eirika always asked the tough questions about art, didn't she.
Mary frowned at the canvas, trying to remember if she was feeling anything in particular when she started.
"...My Dad does a lot of paintings like these. I wanted to make one, too!"