[ WP ] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful -- without using the 'beautiful inside ' cliche .

The easel before her sat blank and untouched, crumpled drafts discarded about the room, stained with the flowing red. She gingerly moved the flowing blonde locks off his brow, revealing the deep blue eyes open wide in a mix of agony and shock. He was naked from the waist up, his belly sliced open from navel to sternum revealing bright red entrails. 
 
 She turned back towards the easel, dipping her brush in the paint and lightly touching the canvas. When she painted, the world came alive in her hands as random lines and colors became worlds and lives. *To make life you must give life*, she reminded herself soothingly when she felt her breath quicken, despair creeping in. She dabbed the blue paint onto the bare canvas, feeling the brush like a hand on a naked body as she moved it up and down creating life. She closed her eyes as she stroked the brush from side to side creating waves and a watery world and when she was satisfied she stood. 
 
 Calmly, taking care to avoid the blood that was quickly drying in a puddle on the floor, she closed his deep blue eyes, never to be opened again. Taking a step back, she admired her work. His chiseled chest and blonde hair became sand dunes on a desolate beach; the sand smooth and untouched save by the blue waves that frothed as white as his teeth when they broke. When the beach was done and the waves roared their eternal song as they crushed rocks into the finest sand, she methodically removed his teeth and cut his hair, tossing them carelessly into a puddle of blood. 
 
 *To make life you must give life*, she reminded herself, and the blood still flowing from his grisly wound became the dawn of a new day in the world she was creating. Red mixed with fiery yellow and orange and a sun appeared, peeking over the endless blue waves. The light reflected off the waves that shone like his eyes had once shined and then her sun was complete and her world created. 
 
 Taking care to not disturb the world she had painted with its blue waves and radiant sun and smooth sandy beach, she mopped up the blood and got rid of his body and the room looked nearly like it had the day before. The only difference was the canvas, now bright and colorful with a life of its own as the waves lapped gently against the beach. With a smile, she stepped past the canvas and through the window that beckoned her with open arms and as the ground rushed to meet her, she reminded herself that to make life she must give life. 
 
 
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