[ Arnold's upset, although only Benedict and Liam here probably recognise this behaviour. He's still smiling and happy and cheerful, but he's been stuck in the studio painting for the last few days, not emerging except to eat. He's painting the same picture over and over, painting over it and then redoing it.
It has similarities, to his most recent one, a winged lady with a star at her breast that was displayed at his recent seascapes exhibition. But in this the lady stands at the window of a tower, the room around her slick with blood, desperation in her eyes as she backs towards the balcony and a star clasped in her hands. Occasionally, he paints two frightened boys peeking round a curtain before he paints the whole thing over and starts again.
Arnold has paint smeared on his cheeks and across his fingers and in his hair, spattered on his clothes where he slashed at his work. And there is a stone that sits on a table by the door, shining like a star. He does not seem to register his visitor ]
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It has similarities, to his most recent one, a winged lady with a star at her breast that was displayed at his recent seascapes exhibition. But in this the lady stands at the window of a tower, the room around her slick with blood, desperation in her eyes as she backs towards the balcony and a star clasped in her hands. Occasionally, he paints two frightened boys peeking round a curtain before he paints the whole thing over and starts again.
Arnold has paint smeared on his cheeks and across his fingers and in his hair, spattered on his clothes where he slashed at his work. And there is a stone that sits on a table by the door, shining like a star. He does not seem to register his visitor ]