Ibis Paint X Brushes Novels & Stories

Lumabas na ako ng k’warto niya para balikan ang niluluto. Pababa na sana ako ng hagdanan nang makita kong nakabukas nang bahagya ang pintuan ng studio niya. Nakita ko rin doon ang ilang gamit na nakakalat kaya naman pumasok ako ro’n para ligpitin ang mga pinaggamitan niya. Binabad ko sa tubig ang mga brush na pinaggamitan niya at pagkatapos, inilagay ‘yon sa pinaglalagyan ng mga ito. Pati ang mga pintura niya, itinabi ko na rin sa designated places ng mga ‘to.

Is he flirting with me ? " What's wrong ?", he asked as I fiddled with the pencils in my hand. " Ahmm..mine is Faber Castel Poly..c..chromos pencils. It's q..quality is good. Maybe you buy it and try.", I said. He smiled. " No matter whichever paint I use and how hard I try, I won't be able to draw your beautiful baby blue eyes as beautifully as they are.", he said. " E..Ethan, stop s..saying such things.", I chided.

Paintbrushes of various sizes, their bristles like delicate feathers, stood tall in jars filled with water. Tubes of paint, vibrant and inviting, lay scattered in organized chaos. Pencils of all shades and hardness, waiting to leave their mark on canvas, beckoned me to take them in my hand. And there, in the center of it all, rested pristine white canvases, their surfaces smooth and unblemished, like promises of boundless creativity

“Oh, no. He traveled for business three days ago. Let me show you some of our best supplies…” Within minutes she was leading me through the aisles. Talking the entire time. The sort of enthusiasm that appeared whenever someone genuinely loved what they were discussing. And she seemed to change topics before catching herself and bringing her monologues back on course. It was endearingly hyperactive. “If you’re painting landscapes, these pigments hold color longer.” She pushed her glasses up her nose. “If you’re painting portraits, avoid these brushes because they shed terribly.” Another push. “And if anyone ever tries to sell you imported eastern charcoal for double the price, they’re scammin

Let her have the good brushes. Later, after she’d fallen asleep, I sat in the rigid chair by her bed, my phone glowing in the dark. I pulled up the art supplier’s website Luther had named. I found the set professional grade sable brushes in a polished wooden case. The price made my stomach clench. It was more than my weekly food budget.

I said, walking over and taking the box from her hands. As I opened it, my eyes lit up in awe. It was exactly how I imagined it last night before falling asleep. Five full makeup sets. All from the best brands. The kind you only see in glossy magazines or behind the glass of fancy downtown stores. Inside were liquid foundations with satin finishes from MoonSilk. A 24-color eyeshadow palette from LunaMuse with warm and glamorous shades. Creamy lipsticks in every tone from soft nude to bold red. Liquid eyeliner and eyebrow pencils from Nightfang Cosmetics. A full set of professional makeup brushes with black wooden handles and soft synthetic bristles. Glass-packaged blushes from Glowfang. Matt

"I must be saying that a lot mustn't I?" I rush to the primed canvas and run my hands on its surface. I notice the paint brushes and run towards them. I feel the bristles, some are synthetic while others are natural. The paints smile at me in order. Oils, acrylics, gouache.... Oh may God.... "What is this place?" I whisper more to myself than to Ric. I do a spin and it feels like I'm in heaven. I turn to him and he's standing right in front of me. "What is this?"

“Just old Mrs. Gable at the register. Why?” Ryder didn’t answer. He carried the box to the rough-hewn table and carefully pried open the lid with his knife. Inside, nestled in pristine foam, were tubes of paint and a set of beautiful sable brushes. They looked perfect. Ryder picked up a tube of titanium white. He sniffed it, then squeezed a tiny bead onto the blade of his knife. He brought it close to his face, his eyes narrowing.

Inside, is a set of professional oil paints in colors I've been mixing by hand because the premade versions aren't precise enough. Japanese kolinsky sable brushes, the kind that cost more than anything else in the painting world and a card in rigid, familiar handwriting. "For the battle. — S." Not "for the event." Not "for the showing." For the battle. He sees it the way I see it. Not an exhibition but a fight, and these are my weapons. I set the brushes beside my easel and the heart beats steady and strong and ready. *** In a glass office somewhere across the city, Ryan Holt leans back in his chair and takes a call.

She frowned like a puppy who scolded by her owner. "Buy the Eyebrow Trio instead. It will be a big bang for your buck though it doesn't include a spoolie brush. I'm sure you already have sets of brushes. Next is their Starlight Eyes in Lynx and Cassiopeia. I'll tell you girl those are the bomb! They are the dupes for Stila Glitter and Glow Eyeshadow and Pixi glitter eyeshadow, though their applicator is not great. Lastly, I know how much you love Highlighters so go get the Stardust Palette"