the sunset draws its curtain over the horizon, overlapping values of colour reflected upon the surface of the ocean before him. somewhere in the distance, gulls lead a conversation amongst themselves, to which he pries into, even if he understands nothing; otherwise surrounded by silence and a sense of gentle peace. lone and away from the sunset employees — the crowd has made him feel as if he were suffocating among them, combination of the chatter, of the hea and crowding making him feel as if he were suffocating. so away he has found himself, sitting on the wooden edge of the pier, a smile pulled for himself, and his sketchbook in his lap.
it's just graphite that he holds within his hand, but that same graphite has made itself quite triumphant; across the paper are the shades of red and yellow transferred to, this time in shade of grey, & the coastal line.
a shadow falls above him and his canvas and jaewon covers it with his hand quickly, with the innocent notion of a shy artist, looking up thereafter. "oh hey — ah… did something happen back at the yurts?"
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