With a pencil, eraser, and a sheet of paper, i sat myself down on a nearby chair and stared at the computer, letting my hands do the sketching of the photograph. My eyes outlined and traced the curves of the facial features. soon enough, my hands were used to the feeling of the pencil stub gliding across the blank paper, though it became blank no more. i needn't look at the photograph anymore, the lines and curves of the portrait were already sketched into my mind, now all i had to do was let my hand re-trace the face onto the paper, where a portrait of a woman would be born from the pencil i held steady in my hand, already signing my signature at the bottom of the page. the photograph i sketched was that of the woman kharunisia in your fourth photograph. i really enjoyed sketching one of your photographs, and i'd like to thank you so much for having the time to read this comment. thank you again,
sincerely, Katherine
Katherine
09-Jun-2009 16:24
With a pencil, eraser, and a sheet of paper, i sat myself down on a nearby chair and stared at the computer, letting my hands do the sketching of the photograph. My eyes outlined and traced the curves of the facial features. soon enough, my hands were used to the feeling of the pencil stub gliding across the blank paper, though it became blank no more. i needn't look at the photograph anymore, the lines and curves of the portrait were already sketched into my mind, now all i had to do was let my hand re-trace the face onto the paper, where a portrait of a woman would be born from the pencil i held steady in my hand, already signing my signature at the bottom of the page. the photograph i sketched was that of the woman kharunisia in your fourth photograph. i really enjoyed sketching one of your photographs, and i'd like to thank you so much for having the time to read this comment. thank you again,