Start with the structure. Required part of the sketch. No real image needs to come from it, only a glimpse at the actual pose. mostly squares and circles connected by a thin line.

Then move on to guidelines. turn that circle that barely resembles a head into a more appropriate shape, copying that same instruction until the guidelines resemble a body shape.

Finally add details. My pencil flew across the paper softly, adding locks of hair and a oversized shirt on my drawing. Once the sketch was done, I pulled out my watercolors. A faded brown for the hair, dark red shirt and blue eyes, just to mix it up.

After who knows how long, I had finished. No reference or muse, no breaks. And he was beautiful.

I kneeled, staring at the art, admiring my own work. Slowly, I stood up and took a walk.

Then I saw him. It was the same man I jad drawn! I giggled hysterically and ran up to him, collapsing in his arms. The man welcomed me, and soon we were laying on the ground together as I closed my eyes.

_Good Morning Helena, Montana! On this fine morning, something pretty cloudy happened. After being reported missing, a young artist named Nancy Smith was found dead a few hundred feet from her house. Her cause of death was from starvation and exhaustion, though in her house you could see a magnificent painting! Athorities guess she had gone days without sleep and food working on the artwork, and presume she had gone for a walk once she had finished, and died in the forest. I belive her work was truly outstanding, and its become infamous already! Haha, if only she was around to see it! In other news… _

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Sorry if its too simmilar to TW, since it also has a news report, but ive been stressed with the last week of school and finals and all that stupid stuff, i’ll try to write more often this summer :)