Lori King (artschmart) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-27 02:37:00 |
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Current mood: | artistic |
Who: Lori and Open
What: Sketching strangers at the coffee shop...
Where: Uncommon Ground
When: Friday Afternoon
Warnings: TBD
The painting had to stop. At least for the moment. Lori felt like the drive she had to create, to paint was making her go a little mad. Creation was a two way street. Once inspiration hit, it was like a tidal wave, and like any wave worth crashing, it was dangerous, threatening to devour anything and everything in it's path. Currently, Lori's work and social lives were in its path and she really didn't like the idea of becoming jobless and homeless with a whole bunch of paintings.
It wasn't as if other artists hadn't suffered the same fate and it wasn't like she had a lack of opportunities. She was intimidated by the woman that had contacted her, wanting to become her patron. It was like one of those things that was too good to be true and the last thing that had happened to Lori that had seemed too good to be true had been exactly that.
She rubbed the back of her neck before slipping her hand back to her lips, chewing on her thumb for a second before she pulled the pencil from behind her ear again. Dropping the tip to the pad, she started to sketch someone she saw across the coffee shop, light strokes laying the foundation before bolder ones began to fill in the bulk. She was quick about it, her eyes flicking up every second or so as she laid down the start of the drawing.