Inktober Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

The October evening was warm inside and cold outside and the particular quality of a gathering at the turn of the season when the warmth of people together was the right answer to the cold world beyond the walls. The next day Calla’s drawing arrived. A birthday drawing. Elena had written on the back that Calla had spent three days on it and had told her it was the most important drawing she had ever done. It showed the web. More detailed than the previous drawings. Each node is a specific figure now, not abstract shapes but people, each one different from the others in small ways that suggested Calla was feeling individual presences in the web clearly enough to render them distinct. In the c

There were ten students sketching a dinosaur on the teacher's desk, not to be naughty, but to while away time. Oliver was part of those students. He stood hunched over the desk, with a charcoal between his lips, and a pencil poised in his palm and forefinger. There was a hazy image of a dinosaur, that seemed to be dated to the 70s at the back of his mind's eye as he sketched. It brought an electric buzz through his pencil.

A man, there is a girl in the middle of them and a woman holding hands. Well, I assume that the two in the drawing are women because they have skirts. Of course, who else are these three. It's Kenzo, Yelena and Marga. Their family drawing made by Yelena. I looked at his other drawings, there are mountains and then in the middle is the sun and I think the flower farm below him is the water color used in the drawing. There are also other drawings that look like the three of them again, but the same colors were used in the drawing.

Three hours had passed without me noticing a single minute. I looked down at the open sketchbook. The drawing covered the entire page. The oak tree stood strong in the center, its heavy branches casting long, shaded light across the grass. In the foreground, the small yellow lilies looked almost real, their thin petals catching light made entirely out of unpainted white paper. It was detailed, neat, and sharp.

Measured. Clinical. A child reduced to patterns. A boy converted into data. I hated every page. More with each passing minute. Then I found something. A drawing. Folded between assessment reports. Simple pencil work. Clearly done by a child. A house. A woman. A man. A boy. Four figures holding hands. I stared at it. Then turned it over. A date appeared on the back. Adrian age nine. The same year Site Ten first appeared. My chest tightened.

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

“Can we see?” “Yeah!” she vigorously nods, presenting us with the drawing. “Tada!” “Hmm, and what are we looking at?” Alpha Knox frowns, examining the mess she created on this paper. This drawing is very much like the drawings I've been seeing from her, it's so different from the previous masterpiece she showed us. “I painted my five-ith birthday party.” she frowns, studying him like he should already know what it is because the drawing is so clear.

“Maybe this will help you stop fidgeting. It helps me.” Then he turned up the volume of the Ipod docking station before picking up his tattoo gun and diving back into work. I opened the sketchbook which wasn’t empty by the way. It had many designs, each one better than the last. Pictures of a skull covered in flowers, lady nurse, butterfly, orange orchard and many more drew my attention in so many ways. I finally found a blank space and started to draw, taking my mind off everything including the man sitting across me. Croix was still working so I decided to draw the bird I saw earlier flying over the water. I visualized the image in my head and I started drawing.