Post by nina on Jul 20, 2008 20:25:09 GMT -5
Darkness
Nina was currently lost in it. Not really, she knew exactly where she was, but she could barely see around her. She remembered back to a time when she told herself she would never go out in the dark ever again. Well, that turned out to be a bust. She took one look outside the window in her makeshift bedroom area and felt it coming on. That feeling she got when the images were coming to her. The emotion was building as she sat on her bed until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get out into the dark and paint, but down on the canvas what this night meant to her. There was nothing special about this day, just the feelings. That’s all that mattered.
So Nina had taken her sketch pad and pencil set out and found a small bench not too far from where the apartment complex she was currently residing in and simply sat down and began to sketch. Not too many people were out at this time of night, which sort-of upset Nina. She wanted to be able to capture a busy night life, they way this area normally was. But she was fine with what she got, since this was all she needed. Nina felt as if she had been sketching for ever, her sketch book was almost full now. She had done almost 15 sketches, all seeming to miss something. In frustration, Nina threw the pencil she was currently using into the street and her sketch book to the side of her. Maybe this just wasn’t her night.
Nina was currently lost in it. Not really, she knew exactly where she was, but she could barely see around her. She remembered back to a time when she told herself she would never go out in the dark ever again. Well, that turned out to be a bust. She took one look outside the window in her makeshift bedroom area and felt it coming on. That feeling she got when the images were coming to her. The emotion was building as she sat on her bed until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get out into the dark and paint, but down on the canvas what this night meant to her. There was nothing special about this day, just the feelings. That’s all that mattered.
So Nina had taken her sketch pad and pencil set out and found a small bench not too far from where the apartment complex she was currently residing in and simply sat down and began to sketch. Not too many people were out at this time of night, which sort-of upset Nina. She wanted to be able to capture a busy night life, they way this area normally was. But she was fine with what she got, since this was all she needed. Nina felt as if she had been sketching for ever, her sketch book was almost full now. She had done almost 15 sketches, all seeming to miss something. In frustration, Nina threw the pencil she was currently using into the street and her sketch book to the side of her. Maybe this just wasn’t her night.