Post by dorothygale on Feb 14, 2010 17:29:46 GMT -5
Emily walked up the steps to one of her favorite sites in the city, the MET. She would spend hours in this building, studing each artist's works, looking for patterns and ideas. Hugging her steck book tighter to herself, she pushed the doors open. 'What a reliefe' she thought, the cold and snow was not to her liking.
Walking in, Em unzipped her jacket, heading for the benches in the right wing of the museum. Once she was seated, she placed her book beside her as she took off her jacket, gloves and hat. Stuffing her gloves in her hat, then her hat into the sleeve of her jacket, she settled in for a little wait. She had plans to meet with Mack, her roommate, around one. While Em didn't mind going alone, she alway enjoyed company, especially when the other person enjoys art much like she. It was one of things that brought Mack and Em together. Em thought she saw Mack admiring her own artwork, she kept on her half of the room.
Em smiled at the thought that someone outside of her art class liked her drawings. She picked her book up again, and began flipping to her newest pages. She had begun to focus on the black dog more. She assumed it was male, at least she hoped it was male, because she rather liked his shaggy, shining black coat. Over the past few days, she's begun to fall in love with this dog and wished that he would pop of the page and come to life. Maybe she should stop dreaming like. Em flipped to a blank and dug a pencil out of her jacket's pocket.
Emily looked up to see if Mack was in sight, before leaning back and began drawing. She wasn't sure what she was drawing, she just let the pencil float and flit across the page. She used light strokes and heavy, blending soft gray and dark together, as a picture with no straight lines emerged on the page. Em got so lost in her work, that time and her surroundings disappeared.
Walking in, Em unzipped her jacket, heading for the benches in the right wing of the museum. Once she was seated, she placed her book beside her as she took off her jacket, gloves and hat. Stuffing her gloves in her hat, then her hat into the sleeve of her jacket, she settled in for a little wait. She had plans to meet with Mack, her roommate, around one. While Em didn't mind going alone, she alway enjoyed company, especially when the other person enjoys art much like she. It was one of things that brought Mack and Em together. Em thought she saw Mack admiring her own artwork, she kept on her half of the room.
Em smiled at the thought that someone outside of her art class liked her drawings. She picked her book up again, and began flipping to her newest pages. She had begun to focus on the black dog more. She assumed it was male, at least she hoped it was male, because she rather liked his shaggy, shining black coat. Over the past few days, she's begun to fall in love with this dog and wished that he would pop of the page and come to life. Maybe she should stop dreaming like. Em flipped to a blank and dug a pencil out of her jacket's pocket.
Emily looked up to see if Mack was in sight, before leaning back and began drawing. She wasn't sure what she was drawing, she just let the pencil float and flit across the page. She used light strokes and heavy, blending soft gray and dark together, as a picture with no straight lines emerged on the page. Em got so lost in her work, that time and her surroundings disappeared.
