24th of Spring, 515 AV
Lisana stood before the building where she'd just received a job. It was her first day, and her stomach did backflips with nervousness. The building was nothing extravagant, but still intimidating. She strode in, glancing around, and observing the studio. It wasn’t all that big, and there were a few other people, a few observing and others painting or sculpting. She quickly scouted out Tain, hunched over a sculpture of his own.
The girl approached the owner, tapping him on his shoulder. "Um, Tain, where should I... sculpt?" The man turned around, giving Liz a gentle smile. He gestured to a table a few feet away. "Over there."
The man seemed friendly enough, although she couldn’t conclude much from a few words and a smile. It must’ve been something about the lack of tension coming from him, the way he was so relaxed with meeting a new person. Tain had gentle brown eyes, and brown hair. Being that he had a reputation as a perfectionist, Lisana was a bit nervous to work with him. But any way to earn some Kina was good enough, and the girl was ready to get to work.
“What was your name again?” asked Tain.
“I’m Lisana,” the girl replied. “It’s a pleasure to be working for you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, but wanted to stay on this man’s good side. He was giving her money, after all.
Liz made her way to the table Tain had pointed out. She took a deep breath, trying to come up with an idea of what to do. As she did this, the kneaded the clay with her hands. Lisana shaped it into a ball, before squeezing the ball with her fist. She continued to reshape it, until it became malleable enough to work with. An idea began to form, and she continued to brainstorm.
Lisana flattened out the clay on the table before her. Not much other than a basic idea of a female face was given to her, and she frowned, lost in thought.
Instinct demanded the girl do something simple, but Liz reminded herself this piece wasn't going to be animated. As a result, she had no reason to worry about complications, and how hard it'd be to transfer concepts and directives. At this newfound realization that she could be as creative as she wanted, Lisana grinned.
The girl dragged her palms across the clay, shaping the basic outline of a face. Once that was done, she etched simple guidelines into it, a line running down the center, and two parallel lines horizontally.
For now, the shape itself was flat, and Lisana took a bit of clay. She carefully set it between the two horizontal lines, evenly aligned with the central guideline. The girl gently coaxed it into the shape of a nose, smoothing out the seams where the clay had been attached. Liz then began to work on the cheekbones. She took more clay, setting it on either side of the nose. Gentle fingers brushed across it, gradually forming it into the shape of cheeks and cheekbones. Once again, the girl smoothed out the clay, before beginning on the forehead and brow.
Lisana didn't have a set face in mind, but rather allowing her hands to create the person, rather than giving it much thought. This was often the process she used, instead of having a set goal in mind.
The brow and forehead had been formed, and last to be created were the lips and eyes. The lips were gently formed with ease, the eyes being somewhat of a different story. It took Lisana around thirty chimes to get one right, and it would be far harder to make the other match. One time it was too big, another too small, and then it was too far from the nose.
Finally, she gave up, opting to return to it once she finished the hair. The girl made an effort to pause and admire her work, although the eye was still bothering her. Liz sighed, taking another bit of clay and beginning to work on the hair. She had an idea of sort of wild, curly hair, and this is what blossomed beneath her fingertips. At least two bells had passed before she was finally done, and fatigue began to rest on the girl's eyelids, as she'd skipped the last two sleep blocks. She shook herself out of the exhausted fog, finally trying to form the eye again. As she moved her hand across the face, the heel of her palm collided with the nose, squishing it. "Shyke!" Lisana muttered to herself, before realizing Tain had given her a glance. "I.. sorry."
Did you have to be so petching loud? Liz scolded herself, hoping she didn't draw too much attention.
Annoyance throbbed through her, as the girl re-shaped the nose, this time a bit sloppier. She once again gently shaped it, each flaw sticking out like a sore thumb, as she ran her finger over and over again on the same spot, finally getting it just right.
Lisana once again began work on the eye, this time with it being far more successful. The two were almost identical, and only a skilled, observant eye would note the minuscule difference in shape. Well, a skilled observer and the artist herself. She just hoped Tain wasn’t that skilled an observer.
The girl approached the studio owner. "I... um, I'm done." The man went back to the table, looking at the art. Tain smiled, and Lisana noticed all the flaws burning at her with intense vividness. “It’s a good start,” he said, giving her a smile. Liz immediately stiffened, silently scolding herself. Done? Hardly. You’ve got so much to fix! “Yeah, I had intended to work on it quite a bit more. This is just the basic idea,” she replied. The girl immediately got to work, starting off by smoothing out the clay near the cheekbones and face. This was probably the most time-consuming part of the sculpting process, and Lisana gave a frustrated sigh at the work before her.
OOCI based it predominantly off of this picture.
Lisana stood before the building where she'd just received a job. It was her first day, and her stomach did backflips with nervousness. The building was nothing extravagant, but still intimidating. She strode in, glancing around, and observing the studio. It wasn’t all that big, and there were a few other people, a few observing and others painting or sculpting. She quickly scouted out Tain, hunched over a sculpture of his own.
The girl approached the owner, tapping him on his shoulder. "Um, Tain, where should I... sculpt?" The man turned around, giving Liz a gentle smile. He gestured to a table a few feet away. "Over there."
The man seemed friendly enough, although she couldn’t conclude much from a few words and a smile. It must’ve been something about the lack of tension coming from him, the way he was so relaxed with meeting a new person. Tain had gentle brown eyes, and brown hair. Being that he had a reputation as a perfectionist, Lisana was a bit nervous to work with him. But any way to earn some Kina was good enough, and the girl was ready to get to work.
“What was your name again?” asked Tain.
“I’m Lisana,” the girl replied. “It’s a pleasure to be working for you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, but wanted to stay on this man’s good side. He was giving her money, after all.
Liz made her way to the table Tain had pointed out. She took a deep breath, trying to come up with an idea of what to do. As she did this, the kneaded the clay with her hands. Lisana shaped it into a ball, before squeezing the ball with her fist. She continued to reshape it, until it became malleable enough to work with. An idea began to form, and she continued to brainstorm.
Lisana flattened out the clay on the table before her. Not much other than a basic idea of a female face was given to her, and she frowned, lost in thought.
Instinct demanded the girl do something simple, but Liz reminded herself this piece wasn't going to be animated. As a result, she had no reason to worry about complications, and how hard it'd be to transfer concepts and directives. At this newfound realization that she could be as creative as she wanted, Lisana grinned.
The girl dragged her palms across the clay, shaping the basic outline of a face. Once that was done, she etched simple guidelines into it, a line running down the center, and two parallel lines horizontally.
For now, the shape itself was flat, and Lisana took a bit of clay. She carefully set it between the two horizontal lines, evenly aligned with the central guideline. The girl gently coaxed it into the shape of a nose, smoothing out the seams where the clay had been attached. Liz then began to work on the cheekbones. She took more clay, setting it on either side of the nose. Gentle fingers brushed across it, gradually forming it into the shape of cheeks and cheekbones. Once again, the girl smoothed out the clay, before beginning on the forehead and brow.
Lisana didn't have a set face in mind, but rather allowing her hands to create the person, rather than giving it much thought. This was often the process she used, instead of having a set goal in mind.
The brow and forehead had been formed, and last to be created were the lips and eyes. The lips were gently formed with ease, the eyes being somewhat of a different story. It took Lisana around thirty chimes to get one right, and it would be far harder to make the other match. One time it was too big, another too small, and then it was too far from the nose.
Finally, she gave up, opting to return to it once she finished the hair. The girl made an effort to pause and admire her work, although the eye was still bothering her. Liz sighed, taking another bit of clay and beginning to work on the hair. She had an idea of sort of wild, curly hair, and this is what blossomed beneath her fingertips. At least two bells had passed before she was finally done, and fatigue began to rest on the girl's eyelids, as she'd skipped the last two sleep blocks. She shook herself out of the exhausted fog, finally trying to form the eye again. As she moved her hand across the face, the heel of her palm collided with the nose, squishing it. "Shyke!" Lisana muttered to herself, before realizing Tain had given her a glance. "I.. sorry."
Did you have to be so petching loud? Liz scolded herself, hoping she didn't draw too much attention.
Annoyance throbbed through her, as the girl re-shaped the nose, this time a bit sloppier. She once again gently shaped it, each flaw sticking out like a sore thumb, as she ran her finger over and over again on the same spot, finally getting it just right.
Lisana once again began work on the eye, this time with it being far more successful. The two were almost identical, and only a skilled, observant eye would note the minuscule difference in shape. Well, a skilled observer and the artist herself. She just hoped Tain wasn’t that skilled an observer.
The girl approached the studio owner. "I... um, I'm done." The man went back to the table, looking at the art. Tain smiled, and Lisana noticed all the flaws burning at her with intense vividness. “It’s a good start,” he said, giving her a smile. Liz immediately stiffened, silently scolding herself. Done? Hardly. You’ve got so much to fix! “Yeah, I had intended to work on it quite a bit more. This is just the basic idea,” she replied. The girl immediately got to work, starting off by smoothing out the clay near the cheekbones and face. This was probably the most time-consuming part of the sculpting process, and Lisana gave a frustrated sigh at the work before her.
OOCI based it predominantly off of this picture.
