Angie Yonaga Fanart Novels & Stories

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

"What did you paint, mama bear?" Shayla held up her canvas. She had painted the ocean. Blue water stretching to the horizon. White foam on the waves. A sunset in the background. Simple but pretty. "That is beautiful," Angel said. "Really beautiful, Mommey." "Thank you, baby. What about you? What did you paint?" Angel turned her canvas around. She showed them what she had been working on so carefully. It was people. A family. Clearly recognizable figures despite Angel's young artistic skills.

As Grace approached with a disdainful expression, Ayana felt a pang of anger deep within her chest. After months of being away, the hate Grace had for her was palpable. And it was not like Ayana’s own had faded too. Grace's disbelief in Ayana's artistic pursuits had always been a source of tension between them. While Ayana poured her heart and soul into her paintings, Grace often scoffed at her dreams, dismissing them as impractical and unrealistic. She had never understood Ayana's passion for art, viewing it as a mere hobby rather than a legitimate career path.