my sisters and i try to follow a bob ross tutorial

we sit on the floor with crisp paper and a mug of water
bob ross stands across from us on my laptop screen
we pull out paintbrushes and watercolors and acrylics and tempora
and that one bottle of fabric paint we have for some reason

the first one taps out before we begin
she draws an octopus instead
she paints it pink and blue
I wonder if it feels scared and trapped
imprisoned in the pressed sheet of paper
how will it swim it’s way out?
she never painted any water 

the second one stays
we try to draw mountains and trees and sunsets
her water is mud and her trees are twigs
I wonder what it’d be like to live somewhere like that
where the sky is half red and half purple
would the sunrise be a soft mauve?
I think it is beautiful.