Long, thick and wavy. It is black and purple striped, almost always in knots and tangles
Long and thick, reaches the ground when brushed. Usually messy because she hates brushing it. (Pretty much the same as her mane)
Big, vibrant purple with an abundance of lashes.
A little bit thinner that most ponies, and quite tall tall. He coat is a crisp white
Paintbrush with red paint floating around
Grumpy, fierce, bad-tempered, very feisty and speaks out. She's not afraid to voice her opinions but knows when not to. She has a hard time conveying emotions so often comes across more hash than she means to
Anything to do with art, spicy foods and her nice, Lola Stockings
Being interrupted, surprise visits and annoying people
As a young filly, she was always excluded and distant from others. Her family was unresponsive to her needs and left her struggling by herself. As she grew, she discovered art. She put all of her hours into this, and as a result, she became lazy with schoolwork and failed to do it, but still kept up with the level, if not exceeded, of intellect among her classmates. She taught herself art, often visiting the library help and tips, it was around this time she got her cutie mark. And although she hoped it would get her parents' attention, they brushed it off and she became far more distant and grumpy. She moved away from her family younger than most, and began painting for a living. She began selling them on the streets, slowly progressing to selling them at galleries. She remained anonymous and sold her artwork under the alias GLaB. She had quite a bit of money of money, and soon her nice, Lola Stockings, came and lived with her in Ponyville. She was already in awe of her niece, whom was in a fair few of her paintings as she wished to be closer to her but with a bad relationship with Lola's mom, she couldn't be, and gladly agreed to have Lola live with her when her parents couldn't care for her any more.
Example RP Segment:
(1) Canvas rushed down the bustling street, brushing past and dodging many ponies. A high-pitched sobbing sound pierced her ears and she turned to where it was coming from. She saw a sad filly, sobbing loudly and repeatedly said 'Mommy'. Canvas frowned, her heart breaking as it reminded her of Lola, her niece with whom she was very close to. Without her realizing it, her body marched over to the filly.
"Are you okay, l-little one?" Canvas inquired, smiling sympathetically. The filly shook her head, taking deep, gasping breaths. "Awww, what's wrong?"
"I-I-I-" The filly shook uncontrollably, burying her head into Canvas' white pelt. "L-Lost. M-Mommy!" Canvas gently consoled the filly with a reassuring hug.
"C'mon, when did you last see her?" Canvas asked, her usually gruff voice becoming soft. The filly pointed to a Hay Burgers, and Canvas slowly guided the filly over there. The filly let out a loud sob and dashed away from Canvas, leaving her trotting after her. "Hey, slow down!" Canvas panted as she reached the filly.
"T-Thank you," a mare with tear-stained cheeks whispered, holding the young filly close. The filly smiled shyly at Canvas before re-burying her face into her mother's pelt.
"N-No problem," Canvas smiled, a fuzzy feeling welling up in her stomach. She hadn't felt glad in a long time, and was usually unsocial and grumpy. "I-It's always good when a filly has her mother." Canvas gave the two one last hurried smile before trotting back to her dingy apartment.