He looks around the room. No one is necessarily looking at him--maybe Anthony, or Ellie, but he hopes not even them. It's bad enough Alec is. He dabs some yellow on the brush, closes his eyes and raises the brush to what he approximates will be the top of the canvas.

He opens his eyes. He feels silly. He didn't even feel this silly when he was poorly performing magic in his memory, but somehow...that was different.

Unwilling to forfeit because Alec all but challenged him, he determinedly paints a stripe down the canvas, intentionally off-center and with no actual plan. It's scary. It's weird. It's maybe a little liberating. He grins at the canvas and tries again. He's sure this is not at all what Alec thinks of as art (he suspects Alec, like most people, tends to prefer the more traditional styles), but he starts to paint shapes, varying the colors or tones.