Namine Drawing Novels & Stories

But whatever Nathaniel was trying to say, their conversation was interrupted when Alisa suddenly flashed a piece of paper between them. “What is it, baby?” Serena asked. It was a drawing of a... family. The drawing wasn’t perfect. The figures were made of uneven circles and stick limbs. Faces were little more than dots and crooked smiles. Yet everyone was holding hands, clustered close together behind a big house. There was a mom, and… a dad. In between were two youngsters, clearly representing Bastin and Ali. “Mommy, I made that too,” Sebastian said, pulling out his own drawing and flashing it to both Serena and Nathaniel. “Look, Daddy.”

Jordan sat stiffly trying to maintain a straight face while the tiny girl draw him, he knew it was a recipe for disaster the moment he suggested it but there’s nothing wrong with letting her get the joy of drawing her famous director daddy. He was trying hard not to smile as she scrunched up her face and two colors were sticking out of her mouth, she was sketching furiously on the large sketch pad that has housed over hundred caricature drawings of both him, Amelia, and other nursing staff. Sometimes, the plants make it there or the lovely animals she met on her way back from a walk. It was June’s Guinness book of painted treasures and she and Amelia spent days trying to come up with the nam

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.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

Total four photos and already got more than one thousand likes. I guess it's the Lillian's influence that got her more craze since she is the first one to post them on her grid. Then it appeared, new I*G page, "Celian_draws." Who the hell named her Celian? It is just Celia. It must be that Ryan. I never loathed or envied someone so much that I did towards Ryan. In one picture, she is sitting on the floor, her face down showing her messy bun as she is drawing something. It is a photo taken from above. There are lot of other sheets around her and few jackasses in the comments asked her to reveal her beautiful face. They really want to get hacked.

I hadn’t drawn in years, but the skill came back to me easily. Benita watched us silently, her expression unreadable. I could feel her gaze on me, but I focused on Theo, who was now peeking over my shoulder to watch my drawing take shape. “What are you drawing?” Theo asked. “A wolf,” I said, glancing at him with a smirk. I noticed how Theo silently watched me until I was done. When I looked up at him, he was smiling, but he frowned when he met my gaze. “Nice drawing, Alpha Nathan,” he said plainly.

She blushed so hard that it took all my strength to not grab her face and force my lips on hers right there. “Please add your name to it,” I spoke, pushing the notebook in front of her. She looked around nervously, everyone in the group, her friends included, were staring at us with curious expressions. She quickly signed the drawing with her initials, V.A.N. I took the notebook back, tore the last two pages with my drawings in them, and pocketed them. “Please continue to take notes, it will help a lot!”

This is Picasso's style I'm using for inspiration. Nathan's face is boxed and surrealistic. But you can still tell it's Nathan from the hockey stick, the blue eyes, and the stubble. Oh, and also, by the fantastic abs. Some people stop and stare behind me. I feel a surge of adrenaline when a girl taps my shoulder and says, "Oh, wow, nice work, Alice!" "Is that Nathan?" someone else asks, laughing a little at the big N I've drawn on the forehead. My only answer is a broad smile as I continue to work on my portrait of the man I can't stop thinking about.

Little Nomi was focused on drawing, and her whole body was lying on the tea table. She looked very serious, and Henry did not disturb her. She just looked at her face dotingly. ... Little Nomi drew a family of three. However, her painting was different from other children's. Usually, children would draw their daddy and mommy on both sides, and then the children would be in the middle, holding hands with their daddy and mommy. The order Little Nomi drew was, "Daddy is holding Mommy's hand, Mommy is holding her hand." When Henry saw that Little Nomi had finished drawing the three people, he thought that Little Nomi was done.