She just had that quality in her, that which is typical of a person who is always the centre of attention.
As she sat quietly, in the exterior of the cafe, her pencil quietly stroking the paper, you could see the indiscreet gaze of the passer byes. The wooden tip of the pencil was gently bitten whenever her concentration was disturbed by someone peering over her shoulder to see what she was painting. In those moments one could clearly see the idea of the painting slipping away from her mind. Did she actually forgot her painting, or did she just got so intensely lost in her world that, for a few moments, everything around her would disappear?
As she sat quietly, in the exterior of the cafe, her pencil quietly stroking the paper, you could see the indiscreet gaze of the passer byes. The wooden tip of the pencil was gently bitten whenever her concentration was disturbed by someone peering over her shoulder to see what she was painting. In those moments one could clearly see the idea of the painting slipping away from her mind. Did she actually forgot her painting, or did she just got so intensely lost in her world that, for a few moments, everything around her would disappear?
Egon Schiele - Love and Death (1915)
2 comments:
Que coincidência brutal! O Paulo é fascinado por «camisetas personalizadas». Como é possível as pessoas se conhecerem pelo google?! Fantástico! Que evoluído que está o mundo!
Thanks for writing this.
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