Emotional Deep Drawings Novels & Stories

She doesn't answer my question, but that's okay with me. “Looks like you've been having a good time.” I glance around at her colored pencils and papers. My mom has always been an incredible artist with an eye for detail. I've always felt her best work was in landscapes and animals, but she absolutely loves drawing people's faces or parts of them. Lips twisted into interesting expressions, eyes overflowing with tears, noses scrunched up in laughter, her ability to render emotion with just pencils and paper alone is astounding. She can convey an entire mood in the shape of an eyebrow in a way I’ve never seen anyone do.

“How about… you try drawing a person?” My expression hardens instantly. “I don’t draw people.” “Why?” “I just don’t.” It’s not up for discussion. Drawing someone requires investing your emotions in them. To allow yourself to get attached, if only for a little while. It requires losing control. It’s dangerous. It’s risky. It paves the way for dark things to happen. I haven’t drawn someone since… I shove the thought away. Not now. Not today. She studies me, like she’s trying to see something beneath the surface.

Every hateful word, every look of disappointment, every odd silence from Sebastian replayed in her mind, a looping agony she couldn’t escape. As her pencil glided over the paper, Petal realized she wasn’t even drawing what she intended. Instead, the shapes morphed into an expression of her pain—a faceless figure hunched over, surrounded by swirling lines that seemed to threaten, suffocate. Her art, usually a source of joy, had become a canvas for her grief.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

I ask, walking to the table to peek at her painting, which is in bright, eye-catching colours. "Us," she tells me as I note two figures holding hands. They both have downturned mouths, a sigh of unhappiness, my thumb running over the paper, tracing her depiction of... depression. "Are they sad?" I ask. She nods, not saying yes, but I see in her eyes that she's depicting how she feels. She's always been well ahead in her drawings; she's been making these weird little stickmen for a few months now. But the sad face was a new one; she hadn't been doing mouths in any other form than a straight line before.

GRACELYNN…… I was sitting with Zade to help him to create new designs. Killian and Jace had gone to tell the designer team to start all over. Zade was feeling very low after what happened to him. So I tried to motivate him. “When I draw I pour out all my emotions and feelings. My whole life goes into these designs.” Zade stated, looking into my eyes. “Let's start then. Tell me what emotion are you experiencing at the moment.” I picked up a notebook and pen and waited for him to tell me.

The sky was black, the clouds gray, and even the sea was a dark red color. "Emmy, why don't you try painting with different colors?" Jade wanted to see a happier Emmy and encouraged her to open up. Emmy smiled at Jade but continued drawing in her own style. Besides, Emmy repeatedly drew a specific symbol. The symbol was abstract, like a special pattern, but it also looked like a character. Jade didn't understand it. "Emmy, what are you drawing?" "I don't know either," Emmy replied seriously. "It just keeps running around in my head, so I have to draw it."

My first client came in so I got to work on him as Emmy got to work on the emails. My first client had a low pain tolerance so its taken multiple small sessions to finish this. Today was the last one and I was so excited to finish this one. He wanted one of my drawings. It was of a sword with a pair of eyes from a wolf reflecting with blood dripping off it. The shading was very delicate work but it was looking amazing. “Let me clean it and then you can look at it.” Smiling, I was really happy with the results. Spraying it, I was able to gentle wipe it clean. “Alright. I’m going to grab my camera. You can go look.”