The Paint Brush and the Pick

✎ The Paintbrush ✎

Hazels pencil glided smoothly across the page, forming various lines and shapes as she hummed along to the faint music coming from the other room. She drew out basic shapes to start, just a variety of circles, ovals, rectangles, and squares. Then, one by one, she connected them. A circle was given straighter edges around the bottom to form a head. The rectangle below it curved in just slightly on the sides and joined together with the head to make the neck. She connected the ovals on either sides for arms. This went on as she worked her way down to form the basic outline for the human body.

Next were the details. Hazel stopped for a moment to sharpen her pencil and listen to the music some more, forming ideas in her head. She picked up her eraser and pressed it to the page, rubbing out the legs. Setting it down, Hazel pick the pencil back up and redrew them, this time in a different pose. It looked like the character was walking in a way. Her pencil hovered over the characters head for a moment as she thought before sketching out the hair in a small bun on top of the characters head, shading it in with a soft gradient.

“Clothes.. It needs clothes..” Hazel murmured almost subconsciously as she continued sketching. First she went with the pants, adding various tears around the knees. Then for the shirt, she went with a simple long sleeved shirt shaded in faintly with her pencil. She looked at it for a moment before adding a cloak like jacket around the figure, draped over it’s arms and the hood pulled up over its head.

Hazel smiled down at her sketch, satisfied. She added details onto the ground and background, a sun rising behind the figure, a cracked sidewalk under its feet, fingers brushing over a vine covered fence.

Happy with the sketch, the girl set down her pencil and picked up a pack of colored pencils that sat on the table at which she worked. Carefully opening the package, as to not tear the delicate cardboard, Hazel looked through her color selections before pulling out a warm brown color. She hesitated before resting the tip of the pencil on the characters face, gently coloring in a left to right motion, covering her face with the color. She made sure to be careful around the characters eyes and lips. Not long after she went over the arms, and the ankles of the character. Setting down the pencil, she picked up a vibrant blue, coloring in the irises of the characters eyes, smiling at how the color popped against the warm brown skin. She moved onto the clothes, coloring the cloak in a dark forest green. The shirt was colored in pale grey, the pants black.

Hazel moved onto the background, coloring in the sunrise with warm pastel colors, oranges and yellows and pinks. She fence was colored in off white, almost cream colored.  The sidewalk was dark grey, the streets black.

Hazel felt a grin forming as she picked up a white colored pencil, going into lighten areas. Finally, she picked up her black pen and wrote the title on the bottom left corner, along with her signature.

“This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards - Hazel~”