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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.
archwolf-angel Mar 2017
She sits there
On a maroon throne
With rubies and roses
Thorns in between gold embossments

Flaming red hair
Bright like the sun
Murderous bloodshot hues
With fiery intent and raging nerves

Burgundy lips shaped seductively
Flushed cheeks with a tint of coy
Decked in a suit
That made her look like she was ignited
Like she had been set ablaze

*And she sits there...
On her maroon throne
With her bleeding heart
On her scepter

With only blazing emotions
Running through her veins...

— The End —