*smiles weakly* wish i was that brave. i don’t… really leave my apartment studio very often… a lot of my clients don’t even meet me, they contact me through my website and i do the work for them that way and send it out to them…
oh, oh sure. yes. *he hurries off and finds one of his port folio folders. he returns and flips it open showing a few generic people portrait sketches, done as practice, before pushing past those to reach the stuff he does in his spare time*
a lot of these i do from photos and other refs since.. since i don’t go out much but here.
it’s.. it’s not much, this stuff is more like. personal. it wouldn’t sell well.
You seemed brave enough to meet me though. *Says it casually while looking at his paintings, her eyes roaming around every inch as if caressing the painting* Wow..! These are wonderful! Your use of color…
*looking back up at him, she folded her legs together* W-Why don’t you like going out?
y-yeah i know and that alone is pretty surprising for me, to be honest… like, like i mentioned i’ve been watching your blog for a while. *waves hand nervously* n-not in a bad way i just liked the photos i saw of yours and realized you’re in metro city too so… so…. yeah.
social anxiety. fear of crowds. *looks down at his paintings, rubbing his thumb against a plastic cover sheet* …like i said, it’s hard to be brave.
Jack Maple 