09-22-2020, 04:53 PM
The glory of nature was something he liked to capture on days like this. It was colder there near the water, so he had a thicker coat over his black suit. The coat was also black and made of wool and about the neck he had a red scarf. He wouldn't be able to keep an easel up with a canvas with this kind of wind, but he had a notebook of white paper and his charcoals to try and capture the images of the angry water and the sky above.
He walked down to the beach looking for the right place to sit down and do some sketches. Seeing some girls gathering things along the waterside, he thought that would be a great image to create. The strength of moving on with life even with the unsavory weather beating at them. There was another lady there as well, isolated and looking forward at the high waves before her. The way she held her hat it was as if she were challenging the waves to steal it away from her.
He liked both images. Sitting down he opened up his notebook and grabbed his charcoal to begin sketching. First one of the women gathering things. His hands, nose, and cheeks redish with the cold and wind, but his urge to draw the world around him was a calling. This battle much less traumatizing than the front line, yet just as violent in its own way. ( click here - [/url][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/58/f9/92/58f9924ce513f595ff30d0041f7be80a.jpg]something like this only with people there )
Once he had the basic image of the women, he pulled out another page of white paper and turned his attention to the woman with the hat. The determination that he saw made him wonder what the woman was thinking? Why was she out in this kind of weather? The birth of the image began to spread over the paper. He captured the way her gloved hands held the had firmly despite the battle with the wind and strands of dark hair peeking out around the edges of it. He could not see the woman's face, but that wasn't what he was displaying in this drawing. No, this was a fight between human determination against the strength of the wind and water.
He walked down to the beach looking for the right place to sit down and do some sketches. Seeing some girls gathering things along the waterside, he thought that would be a great image to create. The strength of moving on with life even with the unsavory weather beating at them. There was another lady there as well, isolated and looking forward at the high waves before her. The way she held her hat it was as if she were challenging the waves to steal it away from her.
He liked both images. Sitting down he opened up his notebook and grabbed his charcoal to begin sketching. First one of the women gathering things. His hands, nose, and cheeks redish with the cold and wind, but his urge to draw the world around him was a calling. This battle much less traumatizing than the front line, yet just as violent in its own way. ( click here - [/url][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/58/f9/92/58f9924ce513f595ff30d0041f7be80a.jpg]something like this only with people there )
Once he had the basic image of the women, he pulled out another page of white paper and turned his attention to the woman with the hat. The determination that he saw made him wonder what the woman was thinking? Why was she out in this kind of weather? The birth of the image began to spread over the paper. He captured the way her gloved hands held the had firmly despite the battle with the wind and strands of dark hair peeking out around the edges of it. He could not see the woman's face, but that wasn't what he was displaying in this drawing. No, this was a fight between human determination against the strength of the wind and water.
