Upon first appearance, the store seemed to be rather bland from the outside. It looked tiny, nothing was decorating the outside other than a simple sign with the name, and nothing stood in the windows. The moment one took a step through the door the entire feeling seemed to change as paintings of every sight imaginable littered every wall from top to bottom. It seemed as though the owner had long since run out of space to hang such paintings, resorting to stacking them in piles located throughout the store. One almost had to wonder if he was actually selling them with the sheer number of paintings still about.
Suddenly, the door to the back room opens and a relatively young look man steps through, covered in paint splatter from head to toe. His clothing didn't match in the least, and he seemed to be lacking a shirt for some odd reason or another. Strapped around his waist was a holder with paintbrushes, leading one to think that the paintings in the room were probably his.
Suddenly, the door to the back room opens and a relatively young look man steps through, covered in paint splatter from head to toe. His clothing didn't match in the least, and he seemed to be lacking a shirt for some odd reason or another. Strapped around his waist was a holder with paintbrushes, leading one to think that the paintings in the room were probably his.
"Welcome to the Blank Canvas! I'm Canvas, the owner of this shop," he called out with a friendly smile. "If you see something you would like to know more about or purchase, please just let me know. Or, are you here to have a specific painting done for you perhaps? Maybe have a painting done of your special someone? Well, you've come to the right place then! Oh! Uhm... I have a flyer somewhere explaining what sort of services I can provide. Hang on. Let me find it real quick."
After a few minutes of shuffling through all sorts of papers that littered the counter he seemed to find what he was looking for and brushed the paper off before handing it out to you.
After a few minutes of shuffling through all sorts of papers that littered the counter he seemed to find what he was looking for and brushed the paper off before handing it out to you.