Blushing Drawing の小説・ストーリー

I drew three lines on one side of his lips with my pen. His eyes narrowed at me, and he attempted to draw lines on my neck in retaliation, but I pulled back, and in the next second, I drew three more lines on the other side of his lips, making a mustache like a cat. Looking at his expression, I burst out laughing, while he stared at me in rage. The only thing left was to color his nose to make him look completely like a cat. Trying my luck, I moved the pen ahead to finish the task, but he grabbed my wrist before I could.

The wet-on-wet technique made the mixing of colors easier, giving the drawing a lovely ombre effect. She easily became absorbed in her craft, shutting the world out by her art. Her strokes were fluid and gentle. Even with the negative emotions in her heart, she treated her art carefully. Though the colors were bloody and dark, the illustrations still came out great. She added details by using her fine technical pen to make the drawing pop out even more. The woman in her drawing was fierce and strong. The mermaid dress accentuated the curves. All the lovely places of a woman were perfectly hugged by the dress she envisioned.

normal. Too normal. Blue sat in the art room again during lunch. Alone. I walked in quietly, closing the door behind me. “Hey,” I said. He looked up, offered a small nod. “Hey.” I took the seat beside him, careful not to touch him. Not because I didn’t want to—God, I did—but because I didn’t want to ruin the quiet space between us. He handed me his sketchbook without a word. Inside was a drawing of two boys standing back to back, one with his eyes open, the other blindfolded. They weren’t touching. But their shadows were.

She walked towards her desk, ” Good morning class, today I want you to draw or paint a self portrait. I let out an exasperated sigh, portraits are my least favourite thing to draw. My preferred medium of art is drawing so there’s no way that I am going to paint. I think I’ll do a charcoal drawing that way I can smudge away half the artwork to create my face. I take my drawing media out of my bag and take a piece of compressed charcoal and wrap the bottom half in a piece of tissue. I don’t want to get my entire hand full of charcoal… I’m not the biggest fan of getting my hands dirty. Using the piece of Ashrad paper that Miss Wellington gave out to the class I begin. I decide to start with one

She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?" Te quality of the drawings improvised in some, the artist had learned to colour the picture within the borders without scraping them across the picture. She was going through them lazily when she saw a drawing which attracted her consious attention. This was pecliar than the rest as it featured two human like figure- a girl and a boy. Bee stood there studying the picuture; the boy was taller than the girl and both held hands with a red heart floating between them. There was something scribbled above the heads of each figure.

"Sorry. Maybe it just my mistake. By the way, my name is Shen Xue Mei. I am.." "Get out. Now!" He turns his body around, not wanting to hear anymore, and he bends his body to pick a small penknife and slashing his drawing canvas. Sreettttt... Xue Mei looks at his painting, his piece of art piece is colored with black paint, and there's a red and white color combined on it. She scrunches her eyebrow. Don't know what to say anymore, she leaves the room with Risa waiting for her at the door frame.

It looks like I’m laughing, blissfully happy. My heart slams against my ribs as I flip to the next page, this one a drawing of me from the waist up, a mischievous grin on my face and my long hair covering my bare breasts. I flip to the next one. And the next one. Pages upon pages of my face, my body. There must be a hundred of them. Every single sketch is me.