Post by Kate Payne on Dec 2, 2007 11:31:40 GMT -5
Leland coolly walked into the café’ carrying a sketch book and multiple pens and pencils. His long dark colored hair draped over his eyes as he walked up to the counter Steam’n tea He said his tones were shady. He waited there blocking every else from the counter until he got what he wanted. Once the girl handed him his drink Leland went to a far table sitting down and opening his book. Then Leland scanned the Café’ for subjects to become his art.
For two long hours, six steaming teas later Leland had drawn an old lady who came in everyday around noon and sat there at the same table every day until about three, in which she had become his main subject drawing her from different sides of view. Leland had also got a part of a man’s face drawn when he got up and leave after noticing that Leland would look up at him then back down drawing each and every detail within the man’s face.
Leland sighted he hated when his subjects moved away… most of the time it blew the drawling but this time his work look good almost as if starting a story that would never be finished, but of course each picture Leland drew seemed to come alive and tell its own story.
For two long hours, six steaming teas later Leland had drawn an old lady who came in everyday around noon and sat there at the same table every day until about three, in which she had become his main subject drawing her from different sides of view. Leland had also got a part of a man’s face drawn when he got up and leave after noticing that Leland would look up at him then back down drawing each and every detail within the man’s face.
Leland sighted he hated when his subjects moved away… most of the time it blew the drawling but this time his work look good almost as if starting a story that would never be finished, but of course each picture Leland drew seemed to come alive and tell its own story.
