Graphite embossments littered the page.
Each groove and curve leaving imprinted scars for
the eye to wonder but is limited to the imagination.
Back and forth, inwards and out, and up and around; but in
essence leading you to where the eye first left off.
The rays of day breaking light coming from the window
besides her has left shadows against her face and neck to disperse perfectly along
through the spine and around the rib cage. Continuing on to the
inward gentle slopes of her lower back as well as her ample arching hips down to
the definition of her legs while descending to the petiteness of her toes.
Compositions flood my thoughts, transpiring one to stain the mind.
Her pastel smooth skin creating curved tones, while her figure gently leads me
around each indention that follow her distinguished yet unremarkable features.
Featureless of defects and abundant in beauty
her form keeping me attentive of the lines I begin to choose and commit.
With one curved stroke, the line implies her seductive form, then another, and another
suggesting the composition as a whole.
Beginning from my sight reverted to my mind down onto the textured paper below;
capturing the pigments so remarkably sharp.
I round brighter tones highlighted by darkened grays to extenuate
the contrasts of the room in relation to the delicacy her physique.
The charcoal and graphite I precisely placed on the picture
plane has my finger tips caressing and imitating the curvatures of her body.
The tones and shapes caught by the eye travel from her onto the crisp white blankets
entrapping her on the firm white bed she lay on. The brightened tones of the window enhance the distinctions between light and dark and heightens the intensity of my interest to
make this compositions one of my best.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Graphite embossments littered the page.
Each groove and curve leaving imprinted scars for
the eye to wonder but is limited to the imagination.
Back and forth, inwards and out, and up and around; but in
essence leading you to where the eye first left off.
The rays of day breaking light coming from the window
besides her has left shadows against her face and neck to disperse perfectly along
through the spine and around the rib cage. Continuing on to the
inward gentle slopes of her lower back as well as her ample arching hips down to
the definition of her legs while descending to the petiteness of her toes.
Compositions flood my thoughts, transpiring one to stain the mind.
Her pastel smooth skin creating curved tones, while her figure gently leads me
around each indention that follow her distinguished yet unremarkable features.
Featureless of defects and abundant in beauty
her form keeping me attentive of the lines I begin to choose and commit.
With one curved stroke, the line implies her seductive form, then another, and another
suggesting the composition as a whole.
Beginning from my sight reverted to my mind down onto the textured paper below;
capturing the pigments so remarkably sharp.
I round brighter tones highlighted by darkened grays to extenuate
the contrasts of the room in relation to the delicacy her physique.
The charcoal and graphite I precisely placed on the picture
plane has my finger tips caressing and imitating the curvatures of her body.
The tones and shapes caught by the eye travel from her onto the crisp white blankets
entrapping her on the firm white bed she lay on. The brightened tones of the window enhance the distinctions between light and dark and heightens the intensity of my interest to
make this compositions one of my best.
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