Thanks a million to rockband80 for the wonderful idea (and quite fitting b/c I'm also an artist ... not digital, i'm quite rubbish at digital art. I want to buy a cintiq at some point to try and remedy that, but for now i'll stick with my old fashioned oils, the smell of paint thinner and colored fingernails thank you very much :)
Also - speaking of digital art, I'm absolutely in LOVE with Alice de Ste Croix AKA destiny blue and the way she uses light and shadow to create an almost illuminated glow to her art. It's fantastic. I imagine Scott's art style quite similar :)
I'll attach a picture of one of her pieces just as a reference and if you're interested check her out - destinyblue.deviantart.com)
Enough of my rambliiinggsss..
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“It’s beautiful.”
He turned towards the voice, not even the least bit surprised to find Kirstie standing there.
“Thanks. Still a work in progress, but it’s getting there.”
“I wish real beaches looked like that.” She smiled and he took a step back to look at his work. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to paint this particular scene, but then again he was never really sure what inspired him to paint nearly any of his work.
“I see your imaginary boyfriend is there, just like always.”
He looked at the small, nondescript figure in the distance, dark hair shining in the sun as he stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the glittering water. He never set out to include the featureless figure, but somehow he always ended up somewhere in his art, even if mostly hidden.
“Well, whatever wacky you’re smoking keep doing it. It’s gorgeous.”
He smiled brightly as he looked her over. Brazil had gifted her with a gorgeous glow. “I missed you”
She shot him a smirk in return. “Missed you too, Dipdot. I’d hug you but you kind of look like you spent more time painting yourself than your canvas.”
He rolled his eyes as he went back to painting the beach he was currently working on. It had been nagging at him for most of the night. He’d dreamed of him again, the boy with the silver eyes. He could never quite get a good look at his face, but it almost felt as if he didn’t need to, as if he already knew it. His sketchbook was filled with it, those eyes, that strong nose, those full lips.
He always looked so sad, but remained beautiful in his sorrow.
His best friend Avi told him he should sell all of the various portraits he’d made of the mystery man from his dreams, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to share him with anyone. Sure he sold the random scenes with the tiny figure of a brunette boy somewhere hidden in the landscape, but nothing with any detail. He just couldn’t let any of them go.
“Oh my gosh. Please tell me you are selling this one! I want it! Pleaseeeee let me buy it.”
He turned again to find Kirstie going through the drying rack and in her search she had found his most recent painting, his absolute favorite to date. He’d seen it so clearly in his dreams that he’d come straight to his studio at 3 in the morning, fingers itching to get started. It had taken him a couple of weeks to finish it, to perfect it. The colors were just never right on the first mix, the paint never quite thin enough or bright enough to capture the beauty of his dream, but finally after much trial and error and loads of money spent on new mediums and oils and various other tools he finally was satisfied with his work.
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Silver & Gold (Scomiche)
FanfictionHe sees it in his dreams, that symbol, those angles, those eyes. There's a place in his heart that seems forever cold, a part he can never seem to let anyone break into . He tries to live, to love, to find happiness, but somehow it feels as if he's...
