|Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-08-21 23:04:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 08, !complete, ellie cattermole, stephanie fawcett|
Who: Stephanie Fawcett and Ellie Cattermole
What: Ellie discovers Steph’s art and more.
When: August 21, 2003 ; late afternoon.
Where: A random sidewalk in London.
Summer...the good thing about summer was that there was very little rain and lots of sunshine. This meant Stephanie was out almost every day drawing. She left little reminders of her talent all around London. Sometimes they were small. She’d draw a basketball in the street just to trip someone up. Or she’d begin at one end of the sidewalk and follow it until it ended. Pulling the art out, making it pop to life or pushing it in, making it look like the ground simply disappeared into a waterfall...a canyon...the street below. It didn’t matter what she was drawing as long as she simply was.
That particular day she was working on a very finely detailed piece somewhere between her flat and the rest of the world. Stephanie really didn’t know why, but she’d been captivated by that particular spot. So she just sat down and began...slowly, winged horses had come to life, bursting forth from the ground. They were blue, not quite accurate, but the lighting was spectacular. Pawing into the air, they had broken the concrete around them, pushed it aside, and their hindquarters were mostly veiled by choppy, strong waves...they were being driven upward by the water. It was one of her finer pieces, she thought, although, she tried not to judge herself on any day. Every bit of art, no matter how utterly useless or hideous, had some value.
The young artist was so lost in her own little world that she barely noticed when people stopped to stare...to take pictures and gape openly at what she had brought to life there in an otherwise very ordinary spot in London. Her hair fell into her face, hiding her eyes from onlookers, but providing a bit of shade in the sunlight that was still coming in from the sky. She was detailing wings, and they were such delicate things...she loved drawing wings, though. Especially the huge sweeping ones like the one she was working on now. It was nearly finished, nearly complete, but she had to put in just some touches here or there. She rummaged around in her chalk, looking for a particular color, and brushing her hair back a little, showing her face. She glanced up and for half a second her mind strayed, making her think she’d seen someone familiar, but then her fingers touched the right piece, and she grabbed it, going back to work.