Water colours and Ink.

Water colours and Ink


Inside a old wooden shed, at the back of a garden, an elderly man with curly white hair and matching white beard, sat on a stool in front of a large, flat desk.
On top of the desk were little pots of paint in almost every colour. An assortment of brushes, most of them small with thin bristles were kept together in a glass jam jar beside the paint pots. A tall clear glass of water stood elegantly between the paint pots and brushes. There was also an egg. A chicken's egg.
The man stared at the chicken egg. It was blank, white, Faceless. Perfect. He began, first by picking up one of the brushes and dipping its end into a pot of red paint. Onto the egg with the brush he painted a bright red nose. Then dip, went his brush into the glass of water. He swished it about a bit to make it clean. Then dried it on his painting trousers. Next the brush went into a pot of blue paint, and with it the man deftly painted two blue eyes, above the bright red nose on the egg. The brush dipped in and out more of the open pots of paint, their heady scent combining to swarm the shed in a wafting perfume not unlike petrol. Whilst together the man and the brush painted more and more details onto the egg. A giant white mouth, with a red smile, dark black eyeliner around the eyes, massive eyebrows, a purple tear under the left eye. The man even took out of one of the desk draws some glue and a piece of black felt, which he stuck on top of the egg, to give it a rather fetching mop of black hair.
There was something else on the desk. A photograph. The man who painted the egg now looked at the photo. It showed the face of a young man wearing full clown make-up. This was the young man’s very own make-up...