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With her realization, Laurie stripped her clothes and went to the recording studio, and went into a painting frenzy. She was like a madwoman being chased with her demons and all the shitty decisions she had in her life.
She didn't feel any hunger, thirst nor time. She was sucked into the world of colors that her palette knife kept on splashing on the wall of the recording studio. When Jiro came back around noon the next day, there were no more blank walls.
Everything was covered with colors, even Laurie, she was caught so dazed that she kept on wiping her hands on her naked skin that her body was also looking like a canvas or more like a used palette.
Jiro stepped back slowly and took his camera and took a photo of Laurie. The faint whirring of the camera and its flash didn't even register in her brain. He put down his camera and leaned against the door frame. His eyes were glued on Laurie who was moving like her body has a mind of its own.
