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multiversallogs2011-11-08 07:03 pm
thenormalsquint) wrote in multiversallogs2011-11-08 07:03 pm
» she saw the pictures and painted them
Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.
On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.
Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:
ART DONE BY PARIS TRAINED ARTIST – 6 SHEKELS EACH PORTRAIT
She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:
NUDES ARE WELCOME. 1 MARK.
And in even smaller letters:
PLEASE HELP ME NOT STARVE. SUPPORT THE ARTS!
And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:
Please? I don't want to do death masks anymore. ):
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.
On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.
Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:
She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:
And in even smaller letters:
And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:
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"And I haven't posed for a portrait since I was about fifteen, when my family had one done, now that I think of it." Perhaps they would have done another when Ysolda was older, but things had gotten a bit... busy after that. "Where should I sit?"
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Interesting ears this one has, and Angela has to hold herself back from reaching out and touching them. "On the stool would be fantastic," she replies as she points said seat out, "Unless you want to stand and pose or something sassy."