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Ahsoka hated charcoal with a burning passion.
Why couldn’t it just… Dry? Ahsoka knew that charcoal was a dry medium, and so it hadn’t been wet in the first place, but Why the hell couldn’t she just use black oil pastel? It’s like the difference between chalk and oil pastel, anyways! Why did she always need to put a peace of wax-flimsi over whatever pages in her book she used charcoal in so it wouldn’t smudge? Why did Madame Voresht always insist on doing charcoal portraits and still life and even abstract peices?
Why couldn’t it just be watercolor?
Sure, charcoal could get the rich blacks and bright whites for high contrast drawings, with all matter of greys in between to show The
Bendu, but watercolor was free and flowing in a way charcoal could never be. Charcoal couldn’t have the same layers or variety in color, and charcoal depended a lot on the texture and color of your paper. Watercolor, on the other hand, could blend and flow and be lifted off
the paper with a touch of water and you could use gauche for highlights and Payne’s Grey or Burnt Umber for shadow.
Ahsoka supposed it was almost like the difference between the living and the unifying force, despite the fact that everyone knew there was more than just two polar opposites. Maybe she should go talk to grandmaster Thilas about that one, it would work well as an initiate proposal, and then she could finally become a padawan. Or maybe she should take her time exploring other mediums? Knight Freja had been getting visions of blood and war and armor and lightsaber designs so unlike their temples versatile knives, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to learn to work with metal.
Knight Freja would always assure them that there was nothing wrong with any type of lightsaber, but the big round ones couroscant jedi had would never fail to scare her. Ahsoka was so, so, used to the whites and light oranges and pinks and purples of the sabers she saw around her, the over saturated blues and greens made her shiver. And the lengths and shaped of those sabers? How does a sword even help you keep the peace, and wasn’t that the coreuscant Jedi’s whole schtick?
Ahsoka much prefers the knives and daggers she saw at home.
Maybe knives and daggers were like watercolor, then, and the coruscant Jedi’s single lightswords (Ahsoka knew they just called them sabers, but sabers was a term for every weapon focused with the crystal. Why hadn’t they decided on a term?), well the lightswords where basically charcoal.