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Post by Dylan Leahway on May 14, 2006 20:43:55 GMT -5
She smirked at Margines comment "Muses do like to tease us" she said dipping her brush into some paint and swirling it around. she stood at the blank canvas for a second as her hand glided across the canvas with her signature brush strokes. her concentration was soly on the canvas her mind connecting her hand with the canvas as her eyes began to dance across teh canvas as she started to paint a woman...
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on May 16, 2006 11:50:17 GMT -5
Morgaine now looked down at her painting again and smirked, thank god oil color needed ages to dry otherwise she'd have had to restart the shading of the bluish area around the hour glass. Then she took a thicker brush and started adding very light purple accents here and there, then cleaned the prush and took some white with it repeating the process done with the purple. After this she started drawing the backround of the hourglass which she'd left colorless, eccept for the pale gray background color she'd covered the whole canvas with before, and also here worked mainly with azure and some bit of purple and white, making all those colors a bit lighter since it had to look as if you were seeing them through glass. She took the paintbrush she'd placed behind her left ear before and gave a few soft strokes to the canvas so to give the shimmering, silky texture the clothing should look like being made of some more volume, it would have to look as if a soft breeze was blowing through it. Now she would have to wait until the paint was dryer till she could go over with the other layers, otherwise the color would mix to much and loose definition. She took her half-finished painting fron the easel and hung it on a nail on the wall next to many other unfinished ones, then went back to her place, shoulderd her bag and took the easel bringing it to an other corner or the room, folding it and leaning it agaist the wall. Next she waked to the opposite side of the class to where lines of desks and chairs were placed for the art history lessons and let her scoolbag fall next to a table on the floor, pulled back a chair and sat down. She leaned over her bag and opening it took out a A4 drawing pad and placed it onto the table, then took out a pencilcase and a magazine advertizing out of a notepad which showed the face of a beautiful woman. She put the A4 in front of her and the publicity right over it and took one of the softer pencils out of the pencilcase. She had to finish copying the woman, she now only had a rough sketch on the table and needed to define the darker parts such as the shadow of the nose, the mouth, eyes and eyebrows and the shades and shadows on the face. She played for a few instants with the pencil in her hand and then leaned over the pad starting to define the eyeborws, starting fron the top goind downwards would decrease the chances of smudging; she started humming enter sandman by metallica
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Post by Dylan Leahway on May 16, 2006 15:29:15 GMT -5
Dylan began working on her second painting. The coors she splattere dont he blank canvas began to form a woman. she worked very delicatly on the contours of her body and starte don the face trying to make the woman seem flawless. her eyes connected to the canvas the world around her didnt exist. she wa sin her zone her element. another emotion, another tale, and other expression she was splapping onto a blank canvas. she was giving lfe to her imagination
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on May 16, 2006 15:46:27 GMT -5
Morgaine continued working on her portrait with all the care possible, even though her mind was starting to drift of. She knew she had maths lesson right after this and the thought already made her loose the insipration. Good thing she'd already laid the canvas aside otherwise she would have screwed ito; n this drawing there wasn't any space for fantasy so it would not be hard to complete it even with her muse being absent. She was so lost on her thoughts that it took her a few seconds to realize that the bell just had rang, the hour had inished, maths lay ahead, Morgaine frowned and sighted. She put the advertising in the A4 and close it, stuffing it into her bag and pulling herself up heavily, her pencil case still in her right. She took her bag and while starting to walk out of the class put her pencil case in her bag and closed the zip. Outside the door she waited for Dylan while taking out a camel and her lighter, she had some time before the next lesson and intended to go out for a smoke, she really neded one now.
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Post by Dylan Leahway on May 18, 2006 21:26:23 GMT -5
Dylan washed up and hung up her unfinished painting adn walked out the door. "those things can kill ya you know" she said to her while walkign along side her. "it even says it on the package"
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on May 19, 2006 6:14:05 GMT -5
Ah, it won't harm a strong girl like you, will it?she said tongue in cheek and laughed. She was heading outside, her lighter already in her hand and lit, as soon as they stepped ut of the building she put her cigarette in her mouth and lit it while protecting the lighter flame from the wind with the other hand. So, ready for the next maths lesson she said taking a long drag of her cigarette and exhaling the smoke to a little cloud in front of her
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Post by Dylan Leahway on May 22, 2006 14:29:31 GMT -5
sighed and did a dramatic face "god no, i fall alseep there everyday dont know how ig et by but i do"
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Post by Morgaine Hetfield on Jun 4, 2006 10:54:09 GMT -5
M0rgaine grinned I get what you mean. Listening to her blathering is a plain torture. She knew far to well the devastating effect Ms. Pell's never ending speeches had on the student's psyche. She always found herself drifting of during those lessons. Well, not always, but often if compared to the other lessons where she tended to pay attention 90% of the time. But anyone knowing Morgaine knew that maths was her kryptonite, the onle subject she needed to actually put effort in to get excellent grades. Luckily the lecture's piercing look had always saved her from being caught in the act of completely spacing out 'till this day. Ms. Pell's look, a gaze which was said to posess the ability to perforate titanium, could be immediately sensed when focusing on you. It would give you a faint stinging sensation all over your skin, this would give you time to prepare to answer her question, since the focusing of her optics on you definitely meant she would attack in not much time, by listening to the minute of lecturing she would hold before rising her voice to call your name. Morgain had to grin again at the thought, sometimes such things seemed to belong more to a weird story told in some book for teens rather than into reality and she often fond herself in such weird situaion or having to face such strange people that life became an amusing show to her. Well, we better get a cup of coffee she said to Dylan, the grin was still extending from one ear to an other and widened even more when she added or directly ask for some pure caffeine at the bar since i bet we'll really need it!
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