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Today I allowed the alarm clock to wake me up. I only set it when I have appointments in the morning. To me there is nothing worst then being late. It helped that it was a beautiful morning with sunshine.

From the other room I felt a pull. “You have to come and unmask me!”

Struggling to wake up and preparing for my day I remembered I was not able to drink my morning coffee today because of medical tests that were being done. No Coffee! The Masking didn’t care and kept on calling.

“You have to come and unmask me!”

My mind raced back to the night before and I found myself smiling as I remembered the creative fever that held me in its grips and how the masking got masked. No! I really don’t have time for this today because I had only left myself a small amount of time to get dressed and to leave.

“You just have to see me. I am beautiful! Can you really wait? Why not just take a little masking off and then you can do the rest later?”

Hmmm just a little? It really won’t hurt and I do have a few minutes. What better way to ignore that scream for coffee? My mind was already busy creating a name for the image that was before me. It really won’t take that long.

My fingers anxiously began to peel the masking off the painting. The colours before me seemed to be dancing together, and music filled my mind as my imagination began to take over.

“That’s right; take it all off!” the masking demanded with delight. “I bet you can’t take just one off!”

The masking was right. I could not stop. Each masking removed required another one to disappear. The colourful imagine was developing before my eyes dancing like stars. At least this is the way I saw it.

“I told you I was beautiful!!”

I smiled as I named my newest Masking, “Star Dancers,” as I raced out the door to get to my appointment on time.

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The following comments are for "Star Dancers"
by Kat

Thanks for the kind words.

Wounderful that you could feel the need to unmask.

The unmasking is removing the masking fluid from the painting but each time I do this with a painting I feel like I am unveiling something new and exciting. Even though I place the masking on its always like a surprise to me as I take the last piece of masking fluid off. Sometimes not a pleasant surprise LOL.

( Posted by: kat [Member] On: March 3, 2002 )

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