Novel & Cerita Cómo Dibujar Un Libro

“Sure.” Lucette pulled out the supplies from her backpack and scooted the chair closer to the bed so she could use it like a table. She placed a sheet of paper in front of her and another across Robby’s lap, and then propped the book on origami at the foot of the bed, the diagram splayed. “Okay,” she said, taking the paper in her hands. “We start out folding a diagonal so it makes a triangle. Then unfold it again.” The corners of Robby’s lips quivered, and she figured he was trying to frown. “What’s the point of folding it if we’re just going to unfold it again?”

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?

A question. She put down her pen and placed her hand in his. Instead of tracing words, she began to draw. She traced the shape of an open book on his palm. Then, with a feather-light touch, she drew the shape of eyeglasses over where his eyes would be. Finally, she drew a clumsy question mark. His fingers curled, capturing hers. He brought her hand to his face, pressing her fingertips first to the audiobook headphones resting around his neck, then to the satin blindfold over his eyes. He shook his head slowly.

LISA I slammed my bedroom door shut with my foot, dropped my bag on the floor, and let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a dying cat. “Perfect” I rolled. Exactly the vibe of today. I threw myself onto the floor, ripped open my sketchbook, and let my hand move. Hard lines, sharp edges and messy strokes. I drew angrily. Fabrics. Cutouts. Slits that went so high they were practically illegal. Design after design after design…

VANESSA My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the main feature, crinkled at the edges, a giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves, every strand etched with such precision that you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

She looked at me, then slowly opened the sketchbook back up on the table. I leaned forward to look. On the open page was a full, detailed drawing of an athletic jacket and matching track pants. The lines were sharp, the shading was clean, and the style looked really impressive. "Whoa," I said, my eyes widening. "Can I flip through this?" She gave a small nod. I pulled the book toward me and turned the pages carefully. Every single page was filled with incredible designs. From Hoodies, to dresses, sneakers, and running shorts. Then girly dresses, random sketches and scribbles; Maya was even on a page; it's incredible.

Drawing would be a good way to kill time, and it would help her relax. Crystal smiled as she went into the living room. She sat on the couch, pulled out her book and a pen from the coffee table’s drawer, and began to draw. She had only been drawing for a short while, though, before the cut on the back of her hand split open. She bit her lower lip as searing pain ran up her brain. Luckily, the wound was covered, so she did not bleed on her book, but red roses pressed through the cotton. Fu*k it! - she thought, and she kept on drawing.

He let out a large ear to ear smile as he gracefully bowed before heading back down the hallway. As he left I took another glance at the pile of books I held in my arms. I contemplated for a moment to even consider sketching the drawings down in fear Holden will see them. I'll just have to keep my book in a safe place and out of sight from Holden's prying eyes. I tossed the pile of supplies on the bed going through them one by one, trying to decide which one I would use to sketch. In my hand I held and very small black book, small enough to fit in a purse or even a pocket.

She said and I nodded no with a grin on my face. “Why? I really want to see what you are always so busy with.” She said, I nodded calmly. “Okay, I’ll show you a few, some are very personal so I can’t show them to you.” I said and she nodded. I opened the first page of the book, it had a picture of a tree falling apart, it leaves were falling. “What does this drawing mean? When did you make it, it looks very old.” She said and I smiled.

Mia turned her sketchbook around without a word and held it up so only I could see. She had drawn all of them. Without looking down. From memory and instinct and the particular vision she had always had for the shape of things before they were finished. Five figures this time. Room left for more.