Chapter One

There are those days when errands and priorities can take a back seat. These are the days where one can just forget her troubles and surrender all her essence to the world around her. Today was one of those days. Sadie Jasper was sat on her floor using paints to distribute colour over a blank canvas of black paper. She loved being creative and simply seeing what she produced just for fun. It was an experience she took a lot of pleasure in and an activity she engaged in on a regular basis. She would often just see where the creative process would take her, and in being creative her mind would run to new ideas of creating even more. An artist is not tortured unless an artist were to torture his or herself but in Sadie's case she felt that this is a choice of the individual. Instead of wishing she was more creative she would just be creative. Instead of complaining she wasn't good, she would practise in the hope that she felt better. Nothing made her feel better than when she saw the end product of her own artwork. She loved it. She loved the way it made her feel and the sense of pride it gave her. She felt like she had been part of creating something, but not just like she was part of it, she felt she was the sole part. She dreamt of having her own art gallery but at the moment she couldn't even afford a studio. She did take her art seriously and she continued to pursue it but she did not believe that she was good enough to put it out there. What she would do is go to other people's art galleries and expeditions in the hope she would make some connections or just get some inspiration. Today was not a day for that. Today was a day to embrace herself and her own artistic nature. She had so much to offer and this is what encapsulated the basis for her creations but she was not focused enough to label herself as any specific kind of artist. She would tend to dabble in many things. As long as she had some kind of outlet for her creativity then she was happy. Whatever her imagination could conjure up was exciting enough for her, even if it ended up being something she had not first envisioned. It was interesting to see how it turned out. There was no format to follow, no structure. She could just be free in her expression.

She was happily painting away when she got distracted. One drawback to the life of an artist was being of the disposition which leads to getting side- tracked easily. This could on occasion be good if it meant an addition to a project bringing it to life or elaborating on its excellence but sometimes the distraction is completely unrelated. This one was a distraction which was did not fall far from the apple of the canvasser's tree. It concerned the toffee apple of that tree, or the toffee part at least. Sadie was craving something sweet, or to be more precise her taste buds were longing for a nice, sumptuous sampling of something divine and frighteningly delicious to the senses. Sadie wanted to lavish some attention onto this desire. It pulled her away from her current practise of her hobby, and she felt she could not concentrate on both passions at once. She would be able to resume her painting at any point and she probably would once she had answered the knock on this humble door of hers. Standing on the other side was the answer to her prayers, and what she had been seeking for. It's funny how a longing like this can just creep up upon a person without even realising it. It had potentially been bubbling at the surface for quite some time now but Sadie most likely had only felt it towards the end just as it began becoming more obvious, reaching its scrumptious, juicy conclusion. For Sadie the best tastes were those that became acquired. This shows patience, dedication and reveals the lengths that people will go to fulfil their own aesthetic ideals and notions. It also reveals the work people are willing to put in to change old habits and harness new exploits. This gives a more mature palette which allows for people to appreciate more high end levels of art and progress further in their own art. If one craves to no longer be in the background but to come to the foreground they have to stop observing and start producing. This is what Sadie had learnt from her travels to galleries, expeditions and exhibits over the years but it was like the old adage of if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, does it make a sound. In Sadie's case, or indeed any artist's the message was transferrable and tangible to the creation of their demise. If