Art For The Soul {Pixel/Momo}
May 24, 2019 9:56:17 GMT -5
Post by kap on May 24, 2019 9:56:17 GMT -5
PIXEL BRIGHTEYE
Art was soothing for me. With all the chaos that the Games caused in our lives, it was nice to have a break from it. If I just took out my paint brushes and canvas, or even just my sketchbook and some colored pencils, I was able to relax and enjoy myself much more than I could if I didn’t have those things. Today, I’d decided to make my way to a small park in the district where there were benches for me to sit on, bright green grass, beautiful flowers and overall, just beautiful things for me to try to replicate in my artwork.
When I made it to the park, sketchbook and pencils brought along with me, I sat down upon one of the benches that I was all too familiar with. I’d come here many times before, ever since I first developed a major interest in art at the age of nine. Back then, I’d done the same thing, bringing my sketchbook and pencils with me to the park so that I could find something to make artwork out of. It was such a relaxing thing to be able to do in our far-from-relaxing world that we all lived in.
As I sat there, I began to sketch the flowers that were nearby me. They were pretty, purple flowers, although I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what kind they were. Regardless, incorporating them into my work would be something I’d surely enjoy doing. As I began to sketch them onto my paper, however, I noticed a bit of a disturbance. It felt as if someone were watching what I was doing. I didn’t look to see if that was actually the case, however, and simply continued drawing the beautiful flowers while speaking to whomever may be there.
”You can watch, if you’d like. You can come sit by me, too. Don’t be afraid.” I said.
Now, of course, there was always the chance that no one was actually even there, but I trusted my senses, and waited to see if I’d end up with anyone seated beside me.
When I made it to the park, sketchbook and pencils brought along with me, I sat down upon one of the benches that I was all too familiar with. I’d come here many times before, ever since I first developed a major interest in art at the age of nine. Back then, I’d done the same thing, bringing my sketchbook and pencils with me to the park so that I could find something to make artwork out of. It was such a relaxing thing to be able to do in our far-from-relaxing world that we all lived in.
As I sat there, I began to sketch the flowers that were nearby me. They were pretty, purple flowers, although I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what kind they were. Regardless, incorporating them into my work would be something I’d surely enjoy doing. As I began to sketch them onto my paper, however, I noticed a bit of a disturbance. It felt as if someone were watching what I was doing. I didn’t look to see if that was actually the case, however, and simply continued drawing the beautiful flowers while speaking to whomever may be there.
”You can watch, if you’d like. You can come sit by me, too. Don’t be afraid.” I said.
Now, of course, there was always the chance that no one was actually even there, but I trusted my senses, and waited to see if I’d end up with anyone seated beside me.
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Sorry that my intro is a little short!
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