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Post by KAYLA GRACEN on Aug 16, 2011 20:14:20 GMT -5
The dark haired freshman was sat against a bench, sitting on the ground despite the obvious seating she was leaning on to sit up. Her hands were busy - one clutching the sketchbook in her lap while the other worked profusely on the faint sketch that was coming into form on the thick sheet out paper. Kayla sighed, and stopped her sketching for a moment to survey what she had so far.
She didn't particularly know what she was sketching; personally, she didn't really care but...oh well. The shape that the outer sketch lines had taken suggested a tree with a house in the background. She was using pen, so the lines were kinda dark...thankfully, she knew how to hold, and handle a pen so the lines weren't really dark like if she was merely writing with the pen.
The sketch wasn't too impressive, especially when it was barely starting out. But a few minutes later after she continued working, it looked okay. She'd - of course - have to go back and fix some stuff...but she was okay with that.
She loved art with a passion, and didn't mind having to go back and correct and improve the art she had done herself.
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