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so. . . uhm.
i finished a self portrait in charcoal last night; it's not great, but i'm proud of it because i broke away from my old style for the piece. anyhoo, i was outside spraying the piece around midnight. i ran out of fixative, and didn't get to spray more than an inch of the piece, so i just stood outside for a little while, pouting.
a girl walks up the stairs to my left, and her eyes widen as she sees my drawing. she asked if i did that (because, y'know, it's possible that i'm just guarding it i suppose) and i said yes. then she asked if i'd do one of her. at that point, i just kind of mumbled stuff about how i suck (not just modesty mind you) and she said, again, that she'd like me to draw her. she asked if i lived in neptune, and i said yes, she asked what room number, i told her, and apparently she lives on the the third floor, with the same room number. she promised to visit.
this morning i bought spray fixitive, and went to the other side of the building to spray the piece, to avoid another incident like that. i opted to sit on a bench to let the piece air out for a while. a man walks by in front of the steps, looks at the piece, and carries the same look that the girl had last night.
"you do that piece?"
"oh-oh yeah."
"man.... man that is cool" he got his face nearer to the drawing, and i hoped he didn't smell that horrible spray fixitive.
he talked to me for a little while about the piece and if i was an art major and all that.
then asked if i had a cell phone.
"oh uh not with me.. but i have one" (at this point i assumed he was just flattering me to use my phone)
"oh well i'd like you to do a project for me."
"..."
"yeah it'd be a portrait of my son, for his birthday."
"...oh yeah?"
"yeah, yeah, his birthday is december second, and i'd really like to give it to him then. i'd bring in the picture and you can draw it"
i couldn't say no, even though i really, really did not want to do a commission.
"you good with canvas"
"oh no i'm actually not good with canvas" (a sudden escape presented itself)
"oh, well that's okay, because THIS, this is real good"
i actually gave him my number... i was planning to make something up, but watching him fumble through his man bag, looking for a pen and paper, made me real sad all of a sudden.
he thanked me and commented on my stuff again.
then he said.... he'd call me soon.
i ran inside, deciding to never spray outside again.
i finished a self portrait in charcoal last night; it's not great, but i'm proud of it because i broke away from my old style for the piece. anyhoo, i was outside spraying the piece around midnight. i ran out of fixative, and didn't get to spray more than an inch of the piece, so i just stood outside for a little while, pouting.
a girl walks up the stairs to my left, and her eyes widen as she sees my drawing. she asked if i did that (because, y'know, it's possible that i'm just guarding it i suppose) and i said yes. then she asked if i'd do one of her. at that point, i just kind of mumbled stuff about how i suck (not just modesty mind you) and she said, again, that she'd like me to draw her. she asked if i lived in neptune, and i said yes, she asked what room number, i told her, and apparently she lives on the the third floor, with the same room number. she promised to visit.
this morning i bought spray fixitive, and went to the other side of the building to spray the piece, to avoid another incident like that. i opted to sit on a bench to let the piece air out for a while. a man walks by in front of the steps, looks at the piece, and carries the same look that the girl had last night.
"you do that piece?"
"oh-oh yeah."
"man.... man that is cool" he got his face nearer to the drawing, and i hoped he didn't smell that horrible spray fixitive.
he talked to me for a little while about the piece and if i was an art major and all that.
then asked if i had a cell phone.
"oh uh not with me.. but i have one" (at this point i assumed he was just flattering me to use my phone)
"oh well i'd like you to do a project for me."
"..."
"yeah it'd be a portrait of my son, for his birthday."
"...oh yeah?"
"yeah, yeah, his birthday is december second, and i'd really like to give it to him then. i'd bring in the picture and you can draw it"
i couldn't say no, even though i really, really did not want to do a commission.
"you good with canvas"
"oh no i'm actually not good with canvas" (a sudden escape presented itself)
"oh, well that's okay, because THIS, this is real good"
i actually gave him my number... i was planning to make something up, but watching him fumble through his man bag, looking for a pen and paper, made me real sad all of a sudden.
he thanked me and commented on my stuff again.
then he said.... he'd call me soon.
i ran inside, deciding to never spray outside again.