Joy Expresses Her Creativity

originally posted April 27, 2006

All of my women, from the bottom whore to the first girl whose collar reads 'I am Joy. My Master Is Szol Of Ar' are taking instruction in the House of Clark. Some are learning slave dance. Others take courses that illustrate how to properly garment oneself with different styles of silk. One takes a course on the proper deportment and mien of a pleasure slave as three others take a course on the proper deportment and mien of a free woman's handmaiden. Several are learning to play instruments. Joy, for example, is learning to play the lyre. She is also taking art instruction, as I have mentioned before. She learns to paint. I asked her about the progress of her lessons. It is new to her. There are difficulties. She cannot quite reconcile the vision in her head with what is produced on the canvas.
"Perhaps it is best to try not creating anything at all," I told her, "but immerse yourself in the media."
I do not paint nor instruct others how to do so, but it seemed like a possible suggestion for her impasse. I share caste with her instructor. I am of the Poets. He is a painter, a 'fine artist'. We both create. We are both Artisans. I also sell the bodies of women at the rate of three copper tarsks per ahn (four for the blonde), but I digress. I have found most men of my caste, while proud, to be fairly laid back fellows. I wondered if my solution would not be dissimilar to his own.
"That is very similar to what he said, my Master," she replied. "He said to use the color and the texture of the paint to let whatever happens happen."I smiled.
He was, as I suspected, a laid back fellow. I had no doubt that my Sandal would learn to paint and learn well, but he was not above patience with a girl. "I started small on a canvas," she told me. Her face began to redden.
"Then he asked about the Lady Constance and what I would think of her companionship with you. I jabbed a color onto the canvas and put a hole right through it."
I smiled. Emotions are one of the things that make women beautiful. Joy seems passionate about art. I find that pleasing.
"I thought he would whip me for it," she admitted.
He did not whip her for it. Rather, he seemed pleased that she took his instruction to heart and let 'whatever happens happen'.
"The gentle lady inspires you, I see," I replied.