Word Painting in the Dome

The dome is transformed into an artist's studio as Lady Saazerac sets up easels, canvases and a model for her Word Painting class.

Aimed at improving emoting, the class focuses on using the five senses to enhance a scene.

Taking Kaneha, the model, as inspiration, students create a picture with their words, each line reflecting one of the senses. Some truly beautiful images are evoked during the session, and as the students stand at their easels, a painting gradually emerges on each canvas.

Minou:

Looks past her easel at Kaneha, is distracted for a moment by the beauty of the model, but then concentrates again on the body shapes of the model.

Hearing the soft air breeze which strokes through Kaneha's hair, she forms slowly the contours of the model's body on the canvas.

She smiles imagining what lovey scents Kaneha could smell with all the flowers and leaves around her, a symphony of peace and harmony.

Taking a short break and breaths deeply, she tastes the scents of the model on her lips, the air, the perfume and the small part of sweat that comes over to her.

While painting she smiles happily, feeling the harmony with all her friends and family around, imagine the peaceful state of mind Kaneha will be drifting in.

Tari:

Looks up to the Dark and cold space with sparkles of light from stars behind the Glass, so far away, beyond any imagination

The soft whisper of sounds from the stations machines that echoes through the station reaches her ear and melt into a permanently background noise

The salt of her sweat that slowly runs down her body, dripping down to the grass

A Taste of Autumn in the Air, the soft taste of old leaf that falls down and fresh mown Grass

The cold pedestal under her legs, that sends goosebumps over her body

Kara:

a single line of vision.. unable to move or alter it.. move in any way but stare at the fixed point.. in the periphery of vision the shapes play and blur..

.. the mouth frozen shut.."

The hard marble of the plinth under her knees, frozen in place and feeling the limitations of freedom and things taken for granted such as the ability to even move..

(Kara was sadly beset with crashes and lost half of her work)

Kaneha:

She stretches, arched, immobile...

Golden leaves flutter overhead, dancing like jewels

Against the inky darkness of the sky beyond.

Brush against canvas, light rasping of bristles,

Soft breaths and the rustle of leaves,

Laughter of the stream teasing the banks

Amid the murmur of quiet, beloved voices.

She holds her pose...

Fresh grass, tang of latex,

Heady, cloying aroma of oil paint and linseed,

Subtle teases of perfume waft around her, tantalising, enticing.

Echo of coffee, entwining with sharp metallic flavour of recycled air

A sensual tango across her tastebuds.

Pointed toes, graceful lines, frozen in time...

Kiss of air dancing around her, lightly, sensually caressing her skin,

Cool marble hard and unyielding beneath her.

She sinks into her pose, lets it consume her,

Medley of senses a meditation for the soul.