It's a kid's world!!
Ariel and the Paintbrush is a magical, adventurous, and colorful journey for kids with a big imagination. Hurt by the loss of her creativity, Megan has nothing left but the need to escape reality.
Without a second thought, Megan decides to ruin her whole life's work and jump inside her painting, leaving the magic portal open.
Ariel, her art assistant, is shocked by her sudden absence and is dragged inside this new world that Megan has created inside her art studio. Will Ariel find Megan before it's too late? Will Ariel be able to use the paintbrush to help get back?
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On a busy street lined with tall buildings, there was a little studio sitting snuggly right in the middle. While it stuck out like a sore thumb, people freely walked past it without sparing a second glance. They all knew who owned this little hole-in-the-wall, but none of them knew about the magic that lied inside. She sat inside the studio, perched on a stool, carefully examining her artwork. Her name was Megan, and her once tidy sanctuary had reverted into a pigsty.
The studio was as tiny as it looked from the outside. There was a sink in the corner that looked well-used, covered in paint, and filled to the brim with paintbrushes. Paintings lined the walls, and in the center was an easel and stool. Clutter filled the remaining space; boxes of art supplies, canvases, unopened boxes. It looked as messy and chaotic as the artist felt.
Megan was born with a gift to manipulate paint with her mind, but in this case, it was more of a burden since she was in the middle of a rough patch and feeling uninspired because of it. It felt like there was a mental blockade preventing her from creating something. Her art used to attract attention, but now people barely turned their heads to look. This steady decline ate away at Megan. The overwhelming feeling of failure always loomed over her like her own personal rain cloud.
Megan was staring at one of her most critically beloved pieces that many people had offered to buy, but it was something Megan could never part with. The colorful painting portrayed children at a park, surrounded by lush greenery. While simple, the powerful pops of color were something that hooked people immediately. Megan always loved turning simple ideas into loud, colorful statements. Each painting she created was a little world of its own, and Megan longed to be there.
But what was once her pride and joy was now mocking her, and Megan began to question why she was stuck in such a rut. Since her husband had left, she had spent all of her time in the studio, throwing her entire soul into her work, yet coming up with nothing. She was frustrated, to say the least.
With a frustrated cry, Megan sent a glob of black paint flying at her beloved painting. Paint began flying around the room, splattering the entire studio with every color imaginable. In her rage, she turned back to her beloved painting, observing how the sky was now ruined with the black paint she hit it with. Her hand hovered over the painting, turning it into a portal. Nothing Megan tried in the real world was lighting that spark of inspiration she was searching for, so with a deep breath, she dove into the painting, and the normally bustling studio was now as quiet as a mouse.
Unfortunately, Megan had forgotten she had hired a new assistant that was supposed to start on that very same day. She had hired a college student named Ariel to help her around the studio to try and help Megan finally get organized again. Ariel was an art student at the local university and always had dreams of owning her own art studio one day. When she saw the ad for this job, she knew she couldn’t pass it up.
Ariel was very short and full of spunk. Her hair was a soft chocolate brown that matched her eyes and her freckled face was beaming with a wide smile. She was thrilled to start her new job and finally spend time with a real artist. She couldn’t believe her luck!
That luck changed when she finally made it to the studio. Ariel observed that the lights were off and the curtains were closed. Still, she knew she was supposed to be here by now, so she slowly cracked the door open and peeked inside.
She was stunned at the sight of it. It looked like a bomb filled with paint exploded in the middle of the room. Ariel shut the door behind her and continued into the studio. Her soft voice called out into the dark room.
“Megan, are you there? It’s Ariel. I’m your new assistant.”
No one answered, and Ariel decided that she might as well take a peek around the studio. Her eyes were drawn to the painting in the middle of the room, completely unaware that she was looking right into the very place Megan was hiding. Ariel recognized the work but frowned at the black splotch that was now covering the sky. The once vibrant daytime scene was sullied with a splotch of black, and the idea that Megan destroyed her own work made Ariel frown. She began to really worry about her boss, trying to figure out where she could possibly be and why she would ruin one of her masterpieces.
Ariel heard a shuffle, turned around and let out a shriek. It seemed a rat was living in the corner of the room. Ariel’s face paled and she scrambled to get away. In her panic, Ariel did not notice the glob of paint that was sitting right behind her foot. In her frantic attempt to back up, her right foot slid out from under her and sent her flying backwards right into Megan’s painting.