Who: Julian and open Where: The courtyard What: Trying to find some inspiration When: Saturday evening
It was, by all accounts, really very cold outside. Julian had been known to sacrifice a certain amount of comfort for his art, though, so he'd come outside in the early afternoon with his iPod, sketchbook, and camera, and somehow managed to still be there by the time the sun had started setting.
He was laying on his back on the ground, iPod resting on his chest, camera pointed up at the surrounding trees and sky, though he wasn't actually using it. The sketchbook was lying abandoned by his side, open to a roughly done, half finished drawing of the courtyard. He just couldn't bring himself to finish it, for whatever reason - he'd lost interest. Nothing caught his eye, although at the moment he figured it was just too familiar. Nothing really changed, and it wasn't like taking photos of or drawing the school was revolutionary. He needed something a little different.