Wisteria

Wisteria:sat cross-legged on the floor of her tiny studio apartment, sunlight streaming through the half-open window and casting golden patterns on the scattered canvases around her. Her fingers were stained with cobalt blue and burnt sienna, the scent of oil paint thick in the air. She stared intently at a blank canvas perched on her easel, her mind a swirl of colors and emotions that refused to take shape.