Today I will write about my art process. I wrote this piece in one of my free-writing classes. I really wanted to describe my creative process and it's very difficult! It seems to use a different part of my brain - the creative part and the describing part. This is what I wrote...

A gathering of colours

There are many Colours milling about in this area of town. Clashing with each other, arguing, and fighting. These Colours have been told things all their lives, shouted at – ‘you’re horrible, you’re unfashionable, you don’t go together, you’re so last year.’ 
    The Colours are in a turmoil, factions turn against each other. Greens battle the Pinks, Reds jump off roof-tops and smash Yellows. They are all exhausted.
    A child pulls out a paintbox, and the Colours quietly gather together around her. They are drawn to this strange object. The child doesn’t know what ‘goes’ or doesn’t, no one has ever taught her the rules. She just loves the colours. It’s her very own paintbox, the first one she’s ever had. She gazes lovingly at the colours laid out in front of her. Her eyes move lazily across, lingering here and there, admiring each one. The colours revel in this unexpected attention. Basking, relaxing into their hues. They start feeling happy. 
    The girl pulls out the Colours and starts mixing them up, and because they are relaxed and feeling loved, they don’t mind being next to each other and they start to notice things about each other they hadn’t noticed before.