An artist must spend hours painting one person, but they become enamored with the subject's beauty to the point of their distraction.
Whichever narrative viewpoint you choose, try to include emotive and evocative language to portray the artist's fascination.
Reds as dark as the color of blood. Blues shining like a sparkling ocean. Yellows as bright and radiant as the sun. These are the colors I am used to using while painting scenery or portraits, but they aren’t good enough for the woman in front of me. Not even a little bit.
She has dark, luscious wavy black hair, and expressive light brown eyes that sparkle in the candlelight. Cheeks lightly dust...
I love my job. I do what I love and people want it. Never do something you love and are good at for free.
I put my mind and soul into what I paint. And today I am only drawing eyes, something that I have had a fascination with since I discovered my love for watercolor. I can do acrylic and even just charcoal or chalk, and I am just as good at it too. But that doesn’t matter. I am also good at th...
I have spent my whole life
Loving others "too much"
More than myself
More than life
I have loved to hard
But i don't think i have
i believe the real issue
is that my love language goes
far too under appreciated
far too often
Shakespeare wrote with so much passion
Just as Michelangelo painted
Everyone love the artists that loves too much and too hard and too i...
“Stupid, stupid, stupid” I mutter slamming the car door closed.
“Stupid. It’s all stupid.” I scream at the top of my lungs.
I’m at a hill, a 10 minute drive away from my house in the pouring rain. It’s isolated, perfect.
I jump and scream. My body’s getting drenched but who cares at this point. Clearly not me.
I storm to the trunk of my car and pull out a golf club that the old owner left in ...
Never been chosen
Never been it
Never been asked
If they can paint my portrait
Inside I have colors but
I want them to see me but
They look away
Ok, I’ll stop
It’s too sad
But that’s because it’s true
I just don’t have charisma
And there’s nothing I can do
If only there was something
I could be
That adds value to you
But I’m not what you want
Nothing you can use
It was an expected average Thursday of refining another memorial portrait. Either the family lost their photos in a natural disaster, or would like a colored version of the monochrome portrait. I've been painting realistic replicas for 48 years now -- and I'd say that no person would be able tell the difference between my painting and a color film. They call me the Undead da Vinci, and to be hones...
I was done. I carefully held the sketchbook in my hands as I admired the character that I had just created. I brushed my thumb across the sketch.
I looked at his flawless face, his jawline was not a bit out of place, a perfect shape that framed his face.
His eyes a beautiful shade of brown. When you looked into them, you could get lost in the endless void.
His lips curved ...
Inspiration presented itself
A harmless muse
You get lost in
A reflection of her only love
Capturing their presence
With every brush stroke
pigments dance between each other
Creating a mosaic
The perfect contrast
Of who they were
And who they are
Her passion grew,
When her muse passed
Grief taking form in the shadows and the corners
Of her painti...
The artist tilts her head. She swivels around her canvas to gaze at her subject and then paints a stroke of red.
Nodding to herself satisfied with her work, she swipes another curve.
It becomes difficult for her to drag her eyes away her muse, completely entranced by the woman before her.
The artist needs to get every detail correct. Her shiny blonde hair neatly styled in beautiful waves. Th...
I draw people,
And I receive compliments on said drawings,
But can I really draw them well?
Capture the essence of what makes them special?
I don’t draw so much anymore.
I can’t put my own ideas to the paper,
And I’ve no interest in what’s out there in the real world.
I wish I could bring these ideas to life.
Perhaps it would be soothing,
Getting them out of my mind.
I could pretend t...
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