pieces.
I’ve done 3D drawings before, but I’ve never done them outside of class to really get practice. I’ve done simple objects, nothing too over the top, but now we’re stepping it up a notch and adding an illusion factor.
“Think of your favorite character. Disney, anime, hero, whatever. Draw it with a backdrop. You may have to cut parts of the paper out to pull it off, but get creative.”
We each settle into our areas, and as everyone’s pencils are already furiously moving, I stand anxiously and stare at the blank paper.
“What’s wrong?” Ellie asks, noticing my puzzled expression.
“I can’t figure out what to draw…”
“Girl, I’ve been drawing for ten minutes, and I still don’t know what I’m drawing.” I laugh out loud at her confession. “Seriously, just wing it.”
I turn and scowl at her. “You’re so helpful. Thank you,” I say dryly.
“I’ll be here all night.” She grins.
I smile as I think about the Disney movies Ari and I used to watch as kids. We’d always argue over which ones to watch first. She always wanted The Little Mermaid so she could say she was Ariel, the mermaid, and I’d get stuck being Ursula. I preferred The Lion King and 101 Dalmatians, anything with animals, but I probably won that battle once out of every four times.
Sometimes I didn’t mind, though. We’d dress up in princess gowns and dance around the house while singing—or rather shouting—the lyrics we made up.
We were so carefree and happy in those days. It’s bittersweet to think about now. My chest tightens as I think about those memories. Although they’re happy ones, I hate that they’re all I have of her. I miss everything about her, even when she was bossing me around and making me be the villain as we watched Disney movies.
And just like that, I knew exactly what to draw.
I tune everything out and hardly notice Professor Hampton walking around even when he’s watching me. I’m drawing the water, making it look like it’s in the paper and the rock is on top of the paper, just as Ellie leans over my shoulder and gasps.
“I love that!”
She really has no boundaries. “Thanks. I haven’t even drawn the mermaid yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. That fucking rocks.”
I smile just as I look up and see Professor Hampton standing next to us. “What is it?” He tilts his head and furrows his brows.
“Wow, rude much?” I sneer, cracking a smile. “Like I said…” I turn toward Ellie and scowl. “It’s not done yet.”
“It’s not bad,” he says half-impressed.
“Not bad?” Ellie gasps. “Then for the love of all that’s holy, don’t look at mine.”
I laugh, avoiding eye contact with Professor Hampton. “It’s the Little Mermaid,” I explain. “I’m going to draw her body on the rock up here and then cut the paper out around her so it looks like she’s coming right at you.”
He nods, staring intently at the paper. “Try going deeper with the water to exaggerate the rock’s placement. Then widen the rocks surrounding the water so you can really see the depth of it.”
“All right. Thanks.” I flash a small smile.
A faint, amused grin appears on his face as he winks before walking over to another student.
Students begin packing up and heading out as soon as it’s eight o’clock. I’m right in the middle of drawing the mermaid’s tail and failing miserably at it.
“I’ve never seen anyone curse at a Disney character before,” I hear from behind.
“Well, then you haven’t known me long enough. I always verbally abuse my work before I finish.”
“That’s an interesting concept, however…” I hear the sardonic tone in his words. “Let’s try this.”
My heart jumps a beat as I feel him behind me, pressing his chest into my back. He grabs my right hand and wraps his around it with the pencil in between our fingers. The simple action sends a lightning bolt through my fingertips straight to my heart, and for a brief second, I
I’ve done 3D drawings before, but I’ve never done them outside of class to really get practice. I’ve done simple objects, nothing too over the top, but now we’re stepping it up a notch and adding an illusion factor.
“Think of your favorite character. Disney, anime, hero, whatever. Draw it with a backdrop. You may have to cut parts of the paper out to pull it off, but get creative.”
We each settle into our areas, and as everyone’s pencils are already furiously moving, I stand anxiously and stare at the blank paper.
“What’s wrong?” Ellie asks, noticing my puzzled expression.
“I can’t figure out what to draw…”
“Girl, I’ve been drawing for ten minutes, and I still don’t know what I’m drawing.” I laugh out loud at her confession. “Seriously, just wing it.”
I turn and scowl at her. “You’re so helpful. Thank you,” I say dryly.
“I’ll be here all night.” She grins.
I smile as I think about the Disney movies Ari and I used to watch as kids. We’d always argue over which ones to watch first. She always wanted The Little Mermaid so she could say she was Ariel, the mermaid, and I’d get stuck being Ursula. I preferred The Lion King and 101 Dalmatians, anything with animals, but I probably won that battle once out of every four times.
Sometimes I didn’t mind, though. We’d dress up in princess gowns and dance around the house while singing—or rather shouting—the lyrics we made up.
We were so carefree and happy in those days. It’s bittersweet to think about now. My chest tightens as I think about those memories. Although they’re happy ones, I hate that they’re all I have of her. I miss everything about her, even when she was bossing me around and making me be the villain as we watched Disney movies.
And just like that, I knew exactly what to draw.
I tune everything out and hardly notice Professor Hampton walking around even when he’s watching me. I’m drawing the water, making it look like it’s in the paper and the rock is on top of the paper, just as Ellie leans over my shoulder and gasps.
“I love that!”
She really has no boundaries. “Thanks. I haven’t even drawn the mermaid yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. That fucking rocks.”
I smile just as I look up and see Professor Hampton standing next to us. “What is it?” He tilts his head and furrows his brows.
“Wow, rude much?” I sneer, cracking a smile. “Like I said…” I turn toward Ellie and scowl. “It’s not done yet.”
“It’s not bad,” he says half-impressed.
“Not bad?” Ellie gasps. “Then for the love of all that’s holy, don’t look at mine.”
I laugh, avoiding eye contact with Professor Hampton. “It’s the Little Mermaid,” I explain. “I’m going to draw her body on the rock up here and then cut the paper out around her so it looks like she’s coming right at you.”
He nods, staring intently at the paper. “Try going deeper with the water to exaggerate the rock’s placement. Then widen the rocks surrounding the water so you can really see the depth of it.”
“All right. Thanks.” I flash a small smile.
A faint, amused grin appears on his face as he winks before walking over to another student.
Students begin packing up and heading out as soon as it’s eight o’clock. I’m right in the middle of drawing the mermaid’s tail and failing miserably at it.
“I’ve never seen anyone curse at a Disney character before,” I hear from behind.
“Well, then you haven’t known me long enough. I always verbally abuse my work before I finish.”
“That’s an interesting concept, however…” I hear the sardonic tone in his words. “Let’s try this.”
My heart jumps a beat as I feel him behind me, pressing his chest into my back. He grabs my right hand and wraps his around it with the pencil in between our fingers. The simple action sends a lightning bolt through my fingertips straight to my heart, and for a brief second, I
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