Art that spoke of landscapes and liberty plastered the white walls of an art studio that encouraged neither. Abygail had chosen to take art classes to explore her creative side but had quickly realized that the professors were rather restrictive and somewhat close-minded.
Proportions were to be respected when painting and the likeness to the model would get you praises. Abygail's bold and exaggerated strokes had quickly been discouraged. She had been given another blank canvas and had been asked to start over.
Looking at the nude model, she pondered her situation. Was this worth the frustration? Was she jeopardizing her creative integrity? Feminine curves were gorgeous, she wanted her painting to be an ode to their beauty why couldn't they respect her vision?