Shadows and Shapes
Summer 6th 514 AV, 11th Bell
Location: Toan's Room, The Safe Haven Hostel
It had to feel pretty warm outside considering the hostel building was no different, the very air had a interesting weight to it that could only be described as heat really, as the city as a whole had to be feeling the effects of a warm summer at this point. Toan had decided that he would spend a day taking it easy and complete a few sketches, in an attempt to gain some more form of experience as he familiarized himself with the ways of lighting and shading. Given that it'd been a while since he actually grew serious with drawing, he had to recollect the times he'd practiced before and what all he learned as a whole while he started from scratch. Most of the time he free handed his work and while it looked credible, it was still far from the ideal of perfection he somehow craved. Why he'd come to lose favor with such a wonderful talent was beyond him, but alas he wouldn't stop until he knew for sure he was capable of utilizing its true potential once more.
While he'd been focused on that Ven thought to take it easy for the day, his ideal of "taking it easy" being lazy and just laying about napping in the animal form he loved to take. It'd been a curious experience when he first saw the Kelvic shapeshift, but once he learned that Ven could materialize into the form of a fox, he knew then that he chose well in buying the slave the other day when summer began. "Heh, curious fellow." He mused quietly after he watched the creature sleep for only a moment, he then proceeded to take a look at the few sketches he'd fiddled around with came together. Seeing as how he wanted to get down the shapes of objects mostly he'd used up several of his pages just for practicing certain shapes, he'd used things like vases and cups that decorated his room for templates in how objects were constructed. All while that had been done he had to compare them with the real thing, and with each other given that certain aspects of the real thing were taken into consideration.
It was funny how it worked out really, most of the shapes were incomplete so that he could piece each template together, visually connect them to see just how alike the drawings could create the real thing. To his surprise there were quite a few similarities between these said shapes and the form of the things he viewed, however when it came to comparative standards his lines were still failed in terms of solid performance. Damn... He sighed as he let the papers go to fall down on the bed, a scattered pattern of drawings he deemed worthless at the center of his bed as he tried to recreate the image of his observation in his mind. There were lines and then there were shapes, shapes that connected and lost edges to remake the form of a vase or a mug. Shapes that had no real material form when they started, until he removed portions of lines that didn't matter and believed he had the form of the templates down as a whole. Except that was all in his head, so why was it that he failed to put it to paper so perfectly? It made little sense but he wasn't going to give up, not when this talent could very well make him a very reputable man in the future.
He took the papers before him once more, his eyes scanned for the corrections he would do well to make, and certainly he believed right then he knew where to start. All he would have to do is use these templates and once their mistakes were corrected, the real thing would most certainly be captured well by the artists mind. And in turn transferred to the blank space of the page next to him.
Summer 6th 514 AV, 11th Bell
Location: Toan's Room, The Safe Haven Hostel
It had to feel pretty warm outside considering the hostel building was no different, the very air had a interesting weight to it that could only be described as heat really, as the city as a whole had to be feeling the effects of a warm summer at this point. Toan had decided that he would spend a day taking it easy and complete a few sketches, in an attempt to gain some more form of experience as he familiarized himself with the ways of lighting and shading. Given that it'd been a while since he actually grew serious with drawing, he had to recollect the times he'd practiced before and what all he learned as a whole while he started from scratch. Most of the time he free handed his work and while it looked credible, it was still far from the ideal of perfection he somehow craved. Why he'd come to lose favor with such a wonderful talent was beyond him, but alas he wouldn't stop until he knew for sure he was capable of utilizing its true potential once more.
While he'd been focused on that Ven thought to take it easy for the day, his ideal of "taking it easy" being lazy and just laying about napping in the animal form he loved to take. It'd been a curious experience when he first saw the Kelvic shapeshift, but once he learned that Ven could materialize into the form of a fox, he knew then that he chose well in buying the slave the other day when summer began. "Heh, curious fellow." He mused quietly after he watched the creature sleep for only a moment, he then proceeded to take a look at the few sketches he'd fiddled around with came together. Seeing as how he wanted to get down the shapes of objects mostly he'd used up several of his pages just for practicing certain shapes, he'd used things like vases and cups that decorated his room for templates in how objects were constructed. All while that had been done he had to compare them with the real thing, and with each other given that certain aspects of the real thing were taken into consideration.
It was funny how it worked out really, most of the shapes were incomplete so that he could piece each template together, visually connect them to see just how alike the drawings could create the real thing. To his surprise there were quite a few similarities between these said shapes and the form of the things he viewed, however when it came to comparative standards his lines were still failed in terms of solid performance. Damn... He sighed as he let the papers go to fall down on the bed, a scattered pattern of drawings he deemed worthless at the center of his bed as he tried to recreate the image of his observation in his mind. There were lines and then there were shapes, shapes that connected and lost edges to remake the form of a vase or a mug. Shapes that had no real material form when they started, until he removed portions of lines that didn't matter and believed he had the form of the templates down as a whole. Except that was all in his head, so why was it that he failed to put it to paper so perfectly? It made little sense but he wasn't going to give up, not when this talent could very well make him a very reputable man in the future.
He took the papers before him once more, his eyes scanned for the corrections he would do well to make, and certainly he believed right then he knew where to start. All he would have to do is use these templates and once their mistakes were corrected, the real thing would most certainly be captured well by the artists mind. And in turn transferred to the blank space of the page next to him.