We'll paint the walls in gold
And so, at the end of it all—now the start. Again. What happens to Mel, the Artist? Mel, the girl who wanted to paint the walls in gold? Who etched her dreams (and her nightmares), her memories, her world in colour on massive canvases? I think, for a time—perhaps a long while, Mel simply can’t. She can’t draw or doodle, sketch or paint. Everything she’s seen and suffered and lost and gained—all of it has changed her. Irrevocably. Tapped out the reservoirs of the artist she is. Was. Is. She can’t find anything beautiful in this world anymore. And, she herself, no longer feels that she can make things beautiful (We’ll paint the walls in gold). Why try? Especially now that she has to be the Wolf, or the Fox, or whatever lies between while figuring out the power that hums in her veins. What will it take to crack her open again the way she did the eggs for her tempera painting way back in season one? For her to find that part of herself again? To allow herself to be vulnerable enough to draw, once more, her dreams, and nightmares, her memories and the world she inhabits in gold again?
