After three hours of staring at the blank canvas, Felix’s headache worsened, despite having taken four Advil tablets an hour earlier. This lack of inspiration had never happened to Felix before. Whenever he approached a canvas with his brushes and paints, everything just flowed. But not today. He was blocked.
He stepped back from the easel, put down his palette of paint splotches, and sat down in the easy chair he kept in his studio in the garage. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a few minutes, cleared his mind, he’d feel refreshed and inspired.
That’s when he heard a woman’s voice repeating his name. “Felix. Felix. Felix.” He opened his eyes and looked across the room and his jaw dropped. Extending from the blank canvas were two arms. One was reaching out in Felix’s direction, beckoning him to reach out and take the hand. In the other hand we’re some fresh flowers.
“Felix,” the same woman’s voice who called his name earlier said, “Felix, I’m your muse and I’m here to give you a hand. Please take the hand I’m offering you.
Transfixed, Felix got up from his chair, walked over to the canvas and grabbed the hand with both of his. As soon as he touched the hand, Felix felt a bolt of electricity surge through his body. It was strong enough to cause him to fall to the floor of his studio, unconscious.
He didn’t know how long he was out, but when he came to, he looked up at the still blank canvas. He started to stand, faltered a bit, but was then able to get up, walk over to his palette, grab his brushes, and return to the easel with the blank canvas on it, and to start frenetically painting.
After a few hours, Felix stopped painting, stepped back from the easel, put down his palette of paint splotches, and sat down in the easy chair he kept in his studio in the garage.
Three days later, Felix’s housekeeper found his body slumped in the chair. She called the authorities, who came out and removed Felix’s body and took it to the morgue. His granddaughter, Felix’s only living relative, took the painting on the canvas that was on the easel to be evaluated by the head of the art department at the local university.
Felix’s final painting was declared to be a worthless artistic mess.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Marti Alonso @ Unsplash.