Jungle Drawing の小説・ストーリー

She knew that her best friend was able to breathe life into a portrait of Zachary because Serenity had fallen in love with him. “Jas, did Serenity draw a river or a lake? What’s with the wavy lines?” Tilting her head, Jasmine looked at her brother. “Are you blind? Can’t you tell whether it’s a river or a lake? “Serenity portrayed everything well, but you can’t tell the difference. You should cut down your time on computer games. They’re not good for your eyes. Get Mom to buy you supplements.” Drake grabbed the drawing from his sister and mumbled, “It’s too small for a lake and too short to be a river. I really can’t tell whether it’s a river or a lake.”

Master asks and I nod. "I'll be okay! We've painted the base colour so I can focus on the little animals," I say and Master sighs. "Okay but please sit on the chair," my dad says and I nod and roll my eyes. "I'll be okay!" My dad and Master start unpacking the huge flat box with the crib inside while I sit on my chair and organise my paints to paint a jungle mural on the wall. My first animal will be a tiger so I get orange to do my base colour.

"Well, now that I look at the scenery here, this place is beautiful. You haven't drawn for a long time now. Do you still know how to do so?" Of course! Mango had been eager to draw for quite some time too. "So, both of them found a piece of wood, and Nathaniel made a drawing board for her on the spot. Then, he found her some paper and a pencil." "After that, Mango looked at the forest scenery. The sunlight reflected through the leaves and shone on Nathaniel, who was busy preparing the things for her. Thus, he was enveloped in golden light, and he looked out of this world right now. Thus, Mango's heart skipped a beat when she saw this beautiful scene in front of her."

“For shifting?” I shook my head. “Drawing. Niru suggested it to de-stress. It might not be a bad idea.” Sam and Kevin exchanged a look. “Yeah. I mean, we can hold the fort down for a couple hours.” “Thanks.” It didn’t take me long to find myself deep in the trees with my sketchbook and a couple pencils in hand. I found a tree that would be comfortable enough and sat down. My thought was to draw the trees and the light coming through them. It started out okay but I grew frustrated with it pretty quickly. Flipped to a new paged, I just started to draw some lines. Those lines turned into a face. The eyes bright as they looked up at me from the page.

I reduced the glow of the flashlight to the minimum and used my palm as a shield to reduce the light to just a single straight beam. Twice I had gotten lost in the jungle and had to retrace my steps back to the camp and start over. It was frustrating at best. The map was sketched by shaky hands or a sick person. Even a kid would sketch much better compared to what I was looking at. I had no idea if I was looking at it upside down or if it was okay. I couldn’t tell for sure. I just followed the laid-out route. The silence in the jungle was starting to get to me. I was sure a jungle was meant to be alive with sounds. But there was none of that.

Shafts of golden radiance pierced through the leaves, creating a mesmerizing interplay of illumination that danced with each sway of the foliage. The air was alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming orchids, their vibrant hues contrasting with the emerald backdrop of the jungle. Exotic butterflies, their wings adorned with intricate patterns, fluttered gracefully among the blossoms, adding a vivid kaleidoscope of colors to the scene. The scent of earth and dampness hung in the air, a testament to the jungle's vitality and fecundity.

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

“Good. Draw me a map of the forest.” “A what?” I spent the next ten minutes explaining what a map was. Forests don’t have much use for them, apparently. The sand under my feet began to shift and lines appeared. It slowly took shape. “Where are the frogs right now?” A circle appeared. “And the castle?” Four oblongs appeared. “And the giant snake? Where’s he?” Not really relevant, but I just wanted a heads up. A squiggly line appeared some way away. “Okay. Now, draw me a blueprint of the castle, all the rooms under the soil.”

Therefore, he drew a picture on his own, trying to paint the beautiful aunt and the child together based on his shallow memory. Joseph took the drawing paper and barely made out that these two figures were a woman and a child. Their heads were drawn oversized, and the proportions were completely off. Zack's typical way of drawing had always involved starting with a large circle and then adding small circles for eyes and nostrils, which often resembled a piglet more than a human. Joseph let out a soft sigh. Did he draw this portrait in order to find a beautiful aunt? Joseph asked, "Where did you see this beautiful aunt?"

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”