Post by lily on Jan 21, 2013 21:04:56 GMT -8
[style=width:400px; height: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size:16px; text-align:center; color: #f1f1f1; padding-bottom: 7px;padding-top: 5px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height:5px;]save your heart for someone that's worth dying fortaking a larger role was a big step. a bigger step that lily had not intended on taking, but her brothers encouraged her in doing so. it would help her get known out in the world, and maybe help her become a little more open with people. even if she would rather be the person standing behind the limelight and not in it. lily wasn't a big people person either, she preferred to be left to her devices. the comfort of painting and drawing was what she preferred more than anything. there are a few pieces of hers that were actually put up for auction, which made her really excited about putting up more artwork.
she had been on set for most of the day, but right now she made it her time to just sit and relax. which meant time for her to just draw away. draw whatever she wanted. though she was more afraid of people coming up to see her just to stare at her drawings, for she was not fond of gawkers. gawkers made her uncomfortable and want to retreat back into closed doors where no one could get anywhere near her. or anywhere near her work.
crossing her legs and wrapping them under each other, she began her work. the work she perfected since the beginning of high school. every so often she looked up to see where people were, but other than those rare moments, she never stopped drawing. she ended up drawing her white cat, swan playing with a styrofoam ball covered in paint. with the background being of her extra room in her small apartment where she spent most of her time painting in.
notes: this first post sucks right now.
[/style]she had been on set for most of the day, but right now she made it her time to just sit and relax. which meant time for her to just draw away. draw whatever she wanted. though she was more afraid of people coming up to see her just to stare at her drawings, for she was not fond of gawkers. gawkers made her uncomfortable and want to retreat back into closed doors where no one could get anywhere near her. or anywhere near her work.
crossing her legs and wrapping them under each other, she began her work. the work she perfected since the beginning of high school. every so often she looked up to see where people were, but other than those rare moments, she never stopped drawing. she ended up drawing her white cat, swan playing with a styrofoam ball covered in paint. with the background being of her extra room in her small apartment where she spent most of her time painting in.
notes: this first post sucks right now.