It’s art time at the Sunshine Clubhouse.
“There’s nothing quite like finger painting, is there my little Sunbeams?”
Mister Sunshine laughs joyfully as he dips his fingers into the paint.
“It’s the best form of art. No brushes, no pencils. No fiddly technique to worry about.”
He smears yellow across his paper.
“Just you, your canvas… and your way of expressing the creativity that lies within.”
“Oh, lovely colours Miss Joy.”
He watches as she smears white paint slowly over her white paper.
“Don’t you love the feeling of art at your very fingertips? Finger painting is the ultimate sensory experience. It makes you feel alive!”
He laughs heartily, splotching an assortment of colours over the page.
“Our friend Jasper loves to paint too, Sunbeams.”
“All of Arcadia stands before him as his canvas, and he just loves to get his fingers dirty… to be one with his artwork.”
“A gallery full of masterpieces, captured by his very own hand. It takes a certain kind of mind to see art pop out of a little knife wound to the throat, but he’s a certain kind of artist.”
“If you look closely friends, you can see just how he’s finger painted all kinds of situations.”
“He painted Deathrow in shades of Jasper Redgrave. Those you’d last expect to be wowed by his art were touched by his hand. CJ Thorpe was his masterpiece, and he fingered him good.”
“He’s been painting Jackson Cade’s path for as long as we can remember. His magnum opus that he’s painted in every shade imaginable now.”
“Now, Jasper’s got his fingers all over George Cade, trying to taint the canvas of Tombstone to his liking.”
Sunshine stands up, admiring his artwork for a moment.
“But here’s the problem, my Sunbeams.”
“Sometimes we get so into the process of our art that we don’t know when to stop.”
“At a certain point, we keep adding colours and all we’ve really made is a big mess.”
His art now smeared randomly with every colour imaginable, blending together in a brown sludge.
“Sometimes, there’s no longer any artistic flair or creativity left in our artwork. We’re just… getting our hands dirty because we like it.”
“We’ve ruined our artwork by trying too hard.”
“And that’s exactly what Jasper Redgrave has done to his canvas. He’s made nothing but a big mess.”
“A mess of CJ Thorpe, of every lovely helper he ever showed inside his gallery… and a mess of the Cade family.”
“He thinks he’s Arcadia’s artist… friends, he’s nothing more than a buffoon.”
Sunshine dips his fingers into the paints once more. He begins smearing the paint over his face, beaming his smile as he does so.
“I am the creativity that Jasper lacks. I am the colour that his finger painting needs.”
“The Sunshine illuminates the lives of those that believe in me. And in that light, we not only see a piece of art in the smile of every Sunbeam… we see a masterpiece.”
“It’s time to play finger painting with Jasper and show him just how much fun he’s been missing.”