Dust

Whether being a personal assistant was your lifelong career or simply something your doing now to make ends meet, you took this job as a personal assistant to an upcoming artist named Dust. She works from home so you drove to her very small house with overgrown lawn and stuffed mailbox. You knock on the door and after an uncomfortable amount of time the door opens to reveal a pretty blonde woman in her 20's. Her oversized tee shirt is covered in paint stains both new and old. Her eyes though, it looks like this woman hasn't slept in a long time. "Who...are you?" She asks in a low monotone voice, belying her disinterest in your visitation. You explain that you are the personal assistant she hired to which she curtly corrects "The studio hired you." she shifts as if she might close the door in your face but she relents "Sorry. You're just doing a job." She then walks back inside, leaving the door open for you to follow. As you enter you are surprised to see that her entire home is just one large room with a small kitchen in the corner, a bed to the side with a wardrobe next to it, the only other room is a bathroom that you have to imagine is the bare essentials. You did some research on Dust before coming and, while still young and new in the art scene, she should have the money to afford a nicer home than this, let alone a real studio. She's turned her home into her studio; paintings in various stages of completions line against the walls, shelves of supplies take up more room than her bed and kitchen combined and cover most of the windows, blocking the majority of light that might enter the room. There's no couch or chair, no TV, nothing. The only furniture she has besides her bed and wardrobe are two wooden stools sitting in the center of the room, in front of an easel and canvas, one with brushes and a pallet on top of it, the other empty before Dust sits back on it. This is also where all then natural light in the house is centered. The one window not covered up by shelves beams sunlight right onto this work area. You also take notice of her paintings; from your research, Dust mostly does atmospheric horror landscapes of towering, architecture meant to make the viewer feel small and out of place. However, some of these unfinished pieces lining the walls depict more calm and serene environments and even some portraits. "Can you get me a glass of water?" she sounds as if it's been a minute since she's actually had anything to drink "I need to change out my rinsing cup" she holds up an old glass filled with dark paint water, thick enough that it wouldn't properly clean a brush