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Who: Kevin and Noah
What: Where there's an artist, there's a model waiting to be sketched.
Where: Kevin's dorm room
When: Thursday night, February 3rd
Rating: SFW
That night, except for the low hum of music coming out of the eighties style earphones hanging around his neck, and the occasional rustling of paper, Kevin's dorm room was quiet. It was always quiet. And empty. If it weren't for the cup of coffee by his elbow, the shoulder bag on the nightstand, or Kevin himself sitting there at the desk, it would be hard to tell anyone lived in there at all.
His blinds were slanted open, so the declining light of the sun setting outside filtered in; flowery shaped shadows against the walls. It created a nice focal point, right to the left of the sill, and Kevin was intent on capturing it before it left --with or without a model. Kevin pressed the pad of his thumb to the tip of his pencil (a 4b; good for dark shading, soft in texture, and stable), testing its bluntness. When he was satisfied enough with it --he didn't need to sharpen it any further-- he placed it along the row with the rest of his sketching supplies. He didn't bother checking the time. If this guy, Noah, showed up, he showed up. ...And if he didn't, he didn't.
What: Where there's an artist, there's a model waiting to be sketched.
Where: Kevin's dorm room
When: Thursday night, February 3rd
Rating: SFW
That night, except for the low hum of music coming out of the eighties style earphones hanging around his neck, and the occasional rustling of paper, Kevin's dorm room was quiet. It was always quiet. And empty. If it weren't for the cup of coffee by his elbow, the shoulder bag on the nightstand, or Kevin himself sitting there at the desk, it would be hard to tell anyone lived in there at all.
His blinds were slanted open, so the declining light of the sun setting outside filtered in; flowery shaped shadows against the walls. It created a nice focal point, right to the left of the sill, and Kevin was intent on capturing it before it left --with or without a model. Kevin pressed the pad of his thumb to the tip of his pencil (a 4b; good for dark shading, soft in texture, and stable), testing its bluntness. When he was satisfied enough with it --he didn't need to sharpen it any further-- he placed it along the row with the rest of his sketching supplies. He didn't bother checking the time. If this guy, Noah, showed up, he showed up. ...And if he didn't, he didn't.
