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He is his cool moonlight. His calm, his soothing. He never wants to let him go, like a fleeting moment, never let it slip through his fingers.
He is his fire. Every touch hurts, burns. Yet he can’t look away from the fire that is too possessive, too beautiful.
“You are only mine. You exist solely to please me.”
That is what he said. Why did it make me so happy?
Today in the art camp I made a charcoal drawing of a drapery. It was also very good. Somehow I managed to wear the white shorts I rarely ever wear the one day we do charcoal :/… I had charcoal everywhere. I had friggin charcoal in my pores! I discovered I really like F pencils.
The art teacher’s son wants to learn mandarin so I might have another student >>…they live sort of far away tho. And tonight I am going to a concert with my family.
“We all draw when we are children. Drawing things they love empowers children and reduces their feelings of vulnerability. I believe this is also true for those of us who draw as adults. Drawing is not just about expressing a visual mode or a well-articulated visual response, it is deeply connected to a natural impulse.” – Steven Assael
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Posted by Tokubi on 2008-06-25 18:16:19 | Rating: | Views: 40
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