Rock Painter

Everyday, Rock Painter would paint the rock outside his cave black.

The brush, made from hair and bundled together crudely, would have caked paint on it, from overnight. Rock Painter would pick up his brush and black morning paint, and while the sun slowly grew interested in the day, Rock Painter would paint his rock.

The rock was eight feet high by 6 feet girth, and already filled with many images, from animals to tribes to gods to elements, and Rock Painter would paint more and more details onto it. When the sun had reached the the top of the tallest tree near his cave, Rock Painter would stop, and go to the nearby creek to rinse his brush.

The rest of the day, Rock Painter gathered more binnberries to create more paint. Poisonous if ingested, the binnberries contained special enzymes that bonded with the rock make-up, giving Rock Painter a medium that withstood the weather and animal hunger. He would gather berries until the sun reached its zenith, and after quickly squishing them in his bowl and mixing the mashed binnberries with a small amount of water, he would go tend to his other needs.

After dinner, Rock Painter would return to his paint and mix up the paint some more before he went to sleep.

Then when he woke, he would paint again.

Posted by curse at March 22, 2004 07:28 PM