Painting is an arduous task.
Or maybe arduous is the wrong word. It is that, to be certain—hard, sweaty work. But painful, too. You have to connect to all those emotion’s you’ve got buried. That’s half of what creativity is—connecting with your inner self.
For Juniper, that must be quite hard. She has a lot of emotions.
I think it makes her art better though. She’s nearly accomplished her goal.
No, not that one, her first Lifetime Aspiration. But she’s well on the way to finishing that one too.
Her paintings, I’ve found, are better somehow when Juniper is pregnant. She’s more in touch with her emotions, maybe, because of all those mood swings. Or maybe it’s just because she doesn’t have a baby to take care of, so she has more time to paint.
I’m leaning more towards the mood swings though. And the… emotion provoking happenings in her backyard. You know, that whole murder thing can really get your creative energy moving.
Ah, see? There she goes. The guilt. The dark, twisty feeling in her gut. The knowledge that she’s pregnant, and the life growing inside her means that she’ll be the harbinger of death yet again.
Well depicted. Very well depicted, Juniper.
And look there. Is that a woman?
It could be you, hun. A dark lady, belt stained red. Blood?
Or maybe I interpret art too much.
The children lighten you, though. You don’t stay down for long. How can you be entirely self-loathing when you produced these adorable, sweet angels? (Well, no, not a one of them are angels, but they’re yours, and they’re loved).
I like to think that this is a portrait of your future, Juniper. Maybe your future, with the blonde hair, but maybe your child’s future, too? The one growing inside of you. I have a feeling this one is going to be a girl. A beautiful blonde girl.
…I don’t know what that one’s about. I’m not a master at analyzing art. Maybe she’s just feeling playful?
These are easy to figure out though. Masterpieces, the both of them, clearly deeply inspired by her twin babies. Rosary is the obvious one, her portrait. But I see Nightshade so clearly in the abstraction on the left. The bright overtones, the darkness hidden within. It pushes through in some places, but mostly stays buried beneath. At least as Juniper sees her, this is who Nightshade is, in an amalgam of color.
I’m waxing poetic about Nightshade again… Get it together, I can’t play favorites too much. (She really is my favorite though).
Juniper dreams of a big house, I think. I feel bad for her, a little, that she struggles so much to provide for her children—for my Chosen; with her constant pregnancies and the need to care for the children, she could never hold a steady job. Maybe, when the time comes, that will be a job for some of the… less compelling children and teenagers. Nothing wrong with helping provide for your family. In the meantime, Juniper does what she can, but I do wish I could provide her with a house like this one.
Maybe in time.
In the meantime, I can provide her with other things—more children.
Little baby Daphne was born happy and healthy, and just as I predicted—a little girl.
She’s cute as a button.
Poor Henbane might feel a bit outnumbered, though—four ladies in the house to his one man! We’ll aim for a boy next time, I promise (as if I could really control that… that’d be too much power for even a Creator).