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I paced outside of the lonely, abandoned shops and old stores. The little buildings seemed beautiful in their own way; the scents of home-made icae cream and bread drifting out toward me. I walked down the sidewalk, ignoring all this. I needed to think; to let my feelings and emotions out without causing any pain to anyone or, anything.
I finally paced my way down-almost the end of the buildings- to a small abandoned area. I pulled my face up to the window, my breath fogging up the glass as I peered in with my hands cupped over my eyes. The scene seemed so artistic; the way the purple-red string had the many items hung to the ceiling of the display window; how it seemed to beautiful to me.
My overall favorite of the suspended items in the red web was a dead, black rose that hung there; it just seemed so beautiful to me.
Looking down, I saw a carton of many different chalks; just wht I needed.
I breathed slowly, my smirk spreading into an actual smile.
I took the first piece in my hand carefully, examining it. It was a dull blue, slightly brighter than the gray of the sidewalk. Slowly, I begand to draw circles of many different sizes and shapes; then lines contecting them. I then grabbed for a slightly darker blue; then a dark gray. Slowly and precisely; I began to let my feeling free.
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I stood up, dusting off my jacket and jeans, beaming with pride at my work.
Different hues and shades, colors and patterns met my gaze. Yet the four wolves were the main picture; the deep gray one, his coat slightly lighter than the much smaller wolf running in a full out sprint before the other three. The other two were bigger then the dark one, yet smaller than the lighter gray one. One, the larger of the two, was a brown, almost red. The other, a light brown.
In my art, the wolves were running, yet each expression was udfferent. The lead and fastest, had a frightened and angry look on it's face, its eyes large, its fangs showing. The largest wolf, a fearful gaze watching the faster one. The two in the back had matching expressions; confusion. They weren't running like the other two, merely trotting, as if lost in the situation.
I looked down to my hands, seeing the many colors on them from the shading and background coloring I had down. The wolves covered the entire sidewalk from the store's display window to the next store's. The smallest wolf was slightly longer than my arm; yet its legs stretched even farther. The largest wolf, legs and all, was as long as my leg.
My head spun around, the door had slowly opened, barely creaking. The man that walked out appeared to bein his early twenties; his choopy, straight black hair falling an inch above his shoulder. His bangs covered one eye; much like my own. His eyes bulged, admiring my work.
"Did... did you draw this here..?" He appeared to be at a loss for words. I smirked my catish smirk, feeling prideful. "Hai," I answered, "So I did. I've been working at it all morning." I hadn't noticed that now the sun was directly overhead.
He walked over, smiling to himself as he held out his hand. I shook it, smiling again. "Kitsune. Pleased to draw on your sidewalk, sir." He nodded, grinning widely, "Anytime, anytime. I'm Ferald, and I must thank you for drawing such an incredible work on my sidewalk. Come ny anytime."
He looked to his wrist suddenly, checking his watch. "Oh! I have to go," he gasped, "Here's my number. Call me sometime. It would be a pleasure to get to know you." He handed me a piece of paper as her quickly jotted down numbers, the familiar 1-304 starting all the West Virginian numbers.
I smirked as he turned and ran, obviously late. I just loved Cannaan Valley, West Viginia; it was so pure; so simply beautiful and easy. I could just be a vampire here and be called a ingenius artist. Not some monster.
I took a faded white piece of chalk and squated down to my work, scribbling dpown letters quickly. I then walked away, humming to myself an old song, forgotten by most people now, as I walked away from a simple tribute to the country-town I loved so much.
The four wolves, along with the varying personalities; showed my message underneath them.
"Silent as the wanning moon,
lone on a shadow-bound night,
waiting in the pale moon-light,
sits the single blood-shot rose."
Kitsune; the wandering artist and poet
The colors around the words and wolves; the blacks, the blues, the grays; all colored the night scene; depicting a woodish area if closely observed. The wolves' shadows were running next to them; the moon above. It seemed so right there; the drawing, expressing such strong emotion with the poem with hidden meaning, under the shops' rooves. It just seemed so serene; so pure.
I continued walking; wondering when I would call Ferald and tell him I would be paying his sidewalk another visit. I smiled at that; imagining at my next creation.
NOTES:::::
this place is real;
i was here;
the only things that truly happened were:
-i drew on the sidewalk; yet ppl had already drawn onit so i merely drew a fox head instead, in real life.
-the shops are real
-it was really cool
-i did see the stuff described in the window; and much more cool stuff
-i do love cannaan valley, WV
 Kitsune Yin · Tue Dec 09, 2008 @ 04:13am · 1 Comments |
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