Art, it was something she could lose her mind in, to escape anything that might be bothering her. It required her to focus, to put all of her attention into in order to get a perfect result. Whenever she felt down or needed to escape some kind of feeling or emotion she no longer want to deal with, she would pick up a paintbrush, or a pencil and set to work. Every time her tool hit the paper, it was instant relief, instant happiness that washed over her as she made the painting or drawing come to life. It was self-accomplishment when a piece of art turned out just as she wanted it to, a sense of finally getting something right. Art school had been another accomplishment, though a struggle as well, for the young female. She had spent years in an art room, letting her mind unfold on a canvas or a simple piece of paper. While her parents urged her to get a degree in business management, she had focused most of her attention on the art courses she was taking as well. So when she graduated, she adhered to her parents’ wishes, as well as her own. She left college with a degree in business management, as well as one for art. Now she was able to do as she pleased, create whatever her mind might come up with and even open up her own shop in order to sell her art to the public. Most of her art consisted of the public, paintings and drawings of people that passed her by, people that inspired her to make some art. She found most of her inspiration in the local park, just a few blocks from her apartment complex. She loved to watch families enjoy the weather, play at the play structure, or have a picnic in the lush grass. She would always turn up at the park with a pencil and a sketch pad, ready to put her thoughts on the page. She always loved to find new inspiration at the park, like the old man feeding the pigeons, or the single mother pushing her young son on the swing. She liked to make up stories for the people she put on the page, making it so they had a happy life on her sketchpad. That day was no different, seeing as it was a beautiful day to sit in the park and sketch a few new drawings. At that moment, she was smiling happily as she sketched children playing with each other on the play structure. They seemed so happy and carefree, that she couldn’t help but to capture that feeling on paper. Flicking auburn bangs from her gaze, Shay focused her attention back on the children, watching them run around the structure, pencil in her grip as she took a break from sketching the image down on paper.