The Shades She Left To Draw | Art of Being Alone

She draws each line of the drawing as pure has her mind, she could have left the edges without that much accuracy, nobody could see it. Everything is just for her honesty towards art, the passion for the perfection she had for her drawing. She always wanted some free time from this work, but the need for money is something that's forcing her.


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Art is the only thing that pushes her forward both spiritually and physically, she's ready for work 24 hours in this world. Even if she's busy she never drew any bad one's, she felt like it's some kind of cheating to herself.

That day was also a regular working day, her hands had some colours of blue and green. There is still redness inside the poles of her eye. The best drawing could draw at that moment was herself. There was everything passion hard work, sleepless nights, and sadness. Her only dream was to stop working for money and putting some real-time into the art.

Years passed, now she is no more that young girl with that spontaneity. She is turned into a more matured figure, now there's money but the only thing that still exists in her life is the loneliness. Somewhere in the middle, she forgot to keep up with her relationships. There were a few guys, but in the end, all those were a broken memory.

She is now in her dream state, it was about doing her art without caring about money. Now she does not have to do things for money, so there's a lot of time left to be creative. But all her works are not as perfect as before. It's faded in the edges. Maybe it's something we couldn't understand, maybe it's the road to mastery.

She found out the fact that wealth couldn't simply give happiness after a certain level, she needed someone in her life to talk about her sad stories. Now she is on to some portrait, it's unclear she started with the hair. Each line was more perfect than before.

She is putting all her effort into that, again the sleepless night's came. But now only the passion towards the art is something making her go forward. She is about to reach the end, now it's just some small touches at the edges.

She is finished now, the portrait resembles someone familiar. But more than the whole portrait, the whole attention was driven to the nose of the portrait. There's some blood flowing through it.

Now she is relaxed, long work hours are passed. It's time to have a peaceful sleep. There's not happy in her face but there's satisfaction. After finishing up the work she cleaned her hands, it took some time. As always some colour left in her hand, it was not at all like before. It was of some peculiar red shade.