Disclaimer: I own nothing but the concept of the drabble.
Be my guests!
The brush left soft trails on white paper. Colour swirled, round and round, shaping what only the eyes of the artist could see. A delicate hand rose and fell to a hidden rhythm, filling empty spaces. Crystal clear water was dyed in various hues, black melding with white, blue bruising red making blood darken sunlight yellow. Paper brought to life exotic flowers and terrifying beasts that shared an abundance of paint. Earthy irises trembled under firmly shut lids, dark lashes caressed soft skin. The scrapping of hair on paper, almost inaudible merged with the sound of drops falling on wood.
An exactly 100 words piece that describe what artists do best: creation. Of course this is the painter's version.