(Couldn't find the artist! Sorry...anyone knows?)

Geiju stood his easel up straight and stepped back. He left and went to the kitchen.

"What're going to paint?" His mom asked as he came back with a pocky stick in his mouth and mug of coffee in his hand. Geiju was in a pink hoodie and blue leggings. A painter's smock was overtop his clothes.

"No idea, any suggestions?" Geiju asked, brushing his red hair behind his ear.

"How about something you love?" She suggested. The red headed boy took the pocky out of his mouth and examined it.

"A pocky still life?" He questioned it slightly but shrugged and got his mom to hold it for him.

Every stroke hit the canvas perfectly. The lines were thin, and layered perfectly. As a challenge, he also drew his mom holding it. But of course, his biggest struggle in painting is faces. And like all his other near masterpieces, one stroke ruined it all.

He accidentally spread too much tan paint, thinking it wasn't too pigmented. However he was wrong.

"Why did I do that!?" He yelled in frustration and stared at the canvas,"I'm sorry mom... it didn't turn out too good... I'm a terrible artist..."

His mom sighed and walked up closer, hugging her grown baby boy,"You are not a terrible artist," she comforted him. Geiju glanced around the older woman,"You're probably just burnt out..."

"Burnt out?"

She nodded,"You need to take a break and find your muse."

"My muse... but I don't know where to look for one," he commented.

"You don't look for it, it just unexpectedly jumps into your life. You could be doing absolutely anything and it'll just appear out of nowhere. Like love at first sight."

"Odd comparison but do you really think that's my problem?" He bit the pocky stick from his mom's hands.

"Perhaps, but I don't know." Was all she had to offer. She kissed her son's head,"I love you Geiju"

"Love you too..."