The combined use of a charcoal sketch beforehand, a reference to use as she went, and taking her time afterwards had actually ended up providing a fairly decent piece, considering how uncomfortable Aislyn was with painting. With the ribbon over the eyes, the finest details weren’t something she had to worry about, and the rest of the face could be little more than a few lines in charcoal, which she was far more experience in. No fine details to paint, no issue in painting. Of course, she had quite a few issues that would stem from the fact that the majority of the supplies she had ‘picked up’ earlier were either a murky mixed colour, almost entirely used up, or the colour orange.
The red colour had been used up in her painting, making a flat, though flashy appearance of colour on the dancer’s dress, while the orange was the only surviving, useful colour. The yellow was used up in the sky and the skin, mixed with others to form various different shades thanks to Sayana. The green was a questionable colour thanks to Aislyn’s misunderstanding of the way colours actually worked, and the blue was sacrificed in the making of the ocean behind her tiny dancer’s figure in her painting. There had never been an indigo or a violet to begin with, though if there had been it was already captured by one of the scrap canvases.
So her mission to conserve colours had been less than successful, but she truthfully didn’t mind all that much.
Absentmindedly, the artist absorbed the information the dancer was throwing at her. Chaktawe… Thieves… Several words that appeared to describe dances Aislyn had never heard of before, along with a visual performance that was both awe-inspiring and worrying, considering how close Sayana’s graceful legs were to many breakable and spillable objects.
With one final spin, the dancer was finished, striking a pose somewhat similar to what she had originally used as the reference for Aislyn’s drawing.
And, with one final stroke, the artist was finished, her attempt to blend the colours of the sky rather unsuccessful, but decent.
Aislyn took one last look over what she had done. The tiny dancer’s details were entirely charcoal, making for a strange, but neater look than what would have happened if she had attempted to do everything in paint. The details of the sunset and ocean were far murkier, almost nonexistent, but the colours were better. Surprisingly so, actually, and Aislyn hadn’t even mixed them herself. A wonderful accident. Perhaps she’d have to paint more often, though she doubting she’d have that kind of luck again.
As she wiped off what remained of the paint, Aislyn stood up, admiring the dancer as she reached her hands up towards the setting sun. The woman obviously held Syna in high regard, considering her favourable words. The dancer made everything seem so graceful in every sense of the word, in a way Aislyn could respect immensely. Though, even as she asked the question she’d been meaning to ask, there was something telling the artist that it was a very bad idea.
”Is there any way you could show me how to dance?”
The red colour had been used up in her painting, making a flat, though flashy appearance of colour on the dancer’s dress, while the orange was the only surviving, useful colour. The yellow was used up in the sky and the skin, mixed with others to form various different shades thanks to Sayana. The green was a questionable colour thanks to Aislyn’s misunderstanding of the way colours actually worked, and the blue was sacrificed in the making of the ocean behind her tiny dancer’s figure in her painting. There had never been an indigo or a violet to begin with, though if there had been it was already captured by one of the scrap canvases.
So her mission to conserve colours had been less than successful, but she truthfully didn’t mind all that much.
Absentmindedly, the artist absorbed the information the dancer was throwing at her. Chaktawe… Thieves… Several words that appeared to describe dances Aislyn had never heard of before, along with a visual performance that was both awe-inspiring and worrying, considering how close Sayana’s graceful legs were to many breakable and spillable objects.
With one final spin, the dancer was finished, striking a pose somewhat similar to what she had originally used as the reference for Aislyn’s drawing.
And, with one final stroke, the artist was finished, her attempt to blend the colours of the sky rather unsuccessful, but decent.
Aislyn took one last look over what she had done. The tiny dancer’s details were entirely charcoal, making for a strange, but neater look than what would have happened if she had attempted to do everything in paint. The details of the sunset and ocean were far murkier, almost nonexistent, but the colours were better. Surprisingly so, actually, and Aislyn hadn’t even mixed them herself. A wonderful accident. Perhaps she’d have to paint more often, though she doubting she’d have that kind of luck again.
As she wiped off what remained of the paint, Aislyn stood up, admiring the dancer as she reached her hands up towards the setting sun. The woman obviously held Syna in high regard, considering her favourable words. The dancer made everything seem so graceful in every sense of the word, in a way Aislyn could respect immensely. Though, even as she asked the question she’d been meaning to ask, there was something telling the artist that it was a very bad idea.
”Is there any way you could show me how to dance?”
