Charcoal Everywhere [open]
Jun 4, 2012 14:15:30 GMT -5
Post by hoshi kamisaka on Jun 4, 2012 14:15:30 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] Hoshi pushed the sleeves of her jacket up, using the button on the sleeve and the tab inside it to secure each arm. Jackets were terribly handy, but the sleeves were terrible at getting in the way of her art (they were worse with paint, but she wasn't crazy enough to try painting outside- well, not yet anyways...) They just couldn't seem to stay away from their dangerous love affair with her charcoal, or her pencils, or whatever implement she was using that day. Since she didn't like messed up sketches or having to frequently wash her jacket, preventative measures had been accomplished with the help of her mother. Thank goodness for seamstress moms, really. Today seemed a good day for charcoal, even if it was perfect at getting all over her and everything she would subsequently touch. There was something about its look that couldn't be duplicated that she really liked, something that made it worth the mess all over her hands and even her arms. Carefully, she extracted all the supplies she needed from her backpack, and started to work on making the flowers that sat a little ways from her. Her hands were steady, and other than her eyes, were the only thing that moved, her focus solely on her task. Drawing was different from the construction and sculpting she typically did. (It didn't usually leave her hands raw and red, for one). It also wasn't a frenzy of noise and motion and exact calculations performed on a calculator or in her mind. It was simpler - understanding the structure of the thing she drew, seeing light and shadow and their joining, seeing the regular shapes inside irregular shapes and utilizing their existence to justify what had been made. It was a soothing task to a never-still mind, calming instead of stimulating. All she could hope was to remain uninterrupted in it. | [atrb=style, background-color: #22B14C; border-bottom: 6px double #006400] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height: 90px; float:center;border: 2px solid #006400;border-radius: 60px 60 px 60px 60px;background-image:url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/359jpmd.jpg);] [/style] [style=background-color:#faf8f4;opacity:0.7;border: 2px solid #006400][style=color:006400]Tags; |
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Finally did this...Word count;
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