Post by Alaric Melbourne on Jun 18, 2024 15:14:40 GMT -5
(For Embry Montgomery)
As was his way when he had no portrait appointments, Alaric was out and about, his painting supplies strapped on his back, looking for a perfect subject to paint. The world had died down into winter, and there were lots of things that he could paint that he was unable to see before. Trees became more interesting—and difficult—to render, and the bottoms of trees, rocks, and man-made constructions were easier to see. In some ways, it made it harder since he couldn’t use grass or other plants to hide the bottoms, but he did not care. He loved to paint anything.
He found himself in the town square and even though he’d painted it before, decided that it was an excellent place to start. He thought of the last time he’d painted in the town square. It had been Heims…a little later in the season though. He’d met beautiful Coraline, and the two had nearly started an affair before she’d become too shy. He’d not seen her around recently, and he found himself wondering what had become of her. But the thought didn’t last long. There was work to do! He wanted to get started and as far as he could before his fingers—and his oils—got too cold. He set up his supplies and pigments and positioned his canvas. He hummed a little something, very much off key, as he swiped the canvas in quick motions to create a rough outline of what he wanted to do.
As was his way when he had no portrait appointments, Alaric was out and about, his painting supplies strapped on his back, looking for a perfect subject to paint. The world had died down into winter, and there were lots of things that he could paint that he was unable to see before. Trees became more interesting—and difficult—to render, and the bottoms of trees, rocks, and man-made constructions were easier to see. In some ways, it made it harder since he couldn’t use grass or other plants to hide the bottoms, but he did not care. He loved to paint anything.
He found himself in the town square and even though he’d painted it before, decided that it was an excellent place to start. He thought of the last time he’d painted in the town square. It had been Heims…a little later in the season though. He’d met beautiful Coraline, and the two had nearly started an affair before she’d become too shy. He’d not seen her around recently, and he found himself wondering what had become of her. But the thought didn’t last long. There was work to do! He wanted to get started and as far as he could before his fingers—and his oils—got too cold. He set up his supplies and pigments and positioned his canvas. He hummed a little something, very much off key, as he swiped the canvas in quick motions to create a rough outline of what he wanted to do.
