Art Therapy! Friday, P2 [Week 3]

[flashesforinfo]

“Today, we’re taking a slightly different look at art. I want you to pair up, and this is part an example of expression, and part a trust exercise, so pick your partners wisely.” On the tables in front of them they would find a variety of tubes and pots. “On the side you’ll find some henna,” and she picked up a tube to illustrate. “Most of you

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Henna!

[flashesforinfo]

Get someone to draw on you.

Or draw on yourself, but you might get Angela sighing at you for not getting into the spirit.

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[whitequeensfire]

This sounded like fun, so Angelica looked around for a partner.

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[twintuitionist]

Juliet thought henna was cool; if someone didn't volunteer to draw on her, she might just do a tattoo of her own.

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[yinandyango]

Fawn was totally okay with just drawing on herself. In fact, she decided she preferred it and wondered if she could get away with shrinking back and hoping no one approached her and asked to be her partner. She ducked her head forward to activate the ever-powerful Curtain of Hair and started marking little spirals on the back of her hand.

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[monkeymonkeydie]

"Let someone else draw on us?!?!" Bucky asked, incredulously. "Seriously, who would be stupid enough to fall for something like that?! I mean, come on, I don't know you freaks. I'm not going to trust any of you not to write something insulting!!!"

He paused, thought for a moment, and then looked around carefully.

"...On a completely unrelated note," he announced in a saccharine-sweet tone, "does anyone want me to draw on them? I'm a good artist and stuff."

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[upmysleeve]

"Mehndi," Ace said softly, sniffing the wet-tea smell of the henna paste. "I know how to do that." Not really. She knew how to sit still while Manisha's mum did that, because she -- rightly -- thought they couldn't be trusted to play with the henna themselves without making a mess.

Later, when the Purkayasthas were gone and no one cared what sort of messes Ace got into, there was her and Shreela painting stars and anarchy symbols and band names on each other, but it wasn't the same, and it certainly wasn't Mehndi.

Now, she dropped random swirls and dots of henna along the back of her hand, watching where they fell, but not really planning it. Still wasn't the same, but it was... something.