#icarusty02

there’s some days when seol feels like taking out his a5 sketchbook to draw something with charcoal. somehow he’s developed an interest in it enough to sketch every once in a while. after all, charcoal as a medium is something that’s easier to him. there’s no need for accuracy or precision, instead focusing on the depths of the shadows to create an picture.

his drawings are usually still lifes; whatever his eyes sees. be it the flowers on the field, the clouds in the sky, or even benches in the park. sometimes, he’ll add the patterns that he sees if he has the colour pencils with him.

yet, it always seems as if… something is missing. seol is never satisfied with what he’s drawn, no matter how much he tries to copy what he can see. even the pile of books on the table that he attempts to bring to life in his page seems hollow, somehow.

but of course, an empty soul isn’t capable of creating such humanly things. seol can never be a artist.

tossing away his charcoal stick back into his little case, he gives a stretch to loosen his muscles up from staying in the same position for too long, and then cleaning the charcoal residue on his hands with a sanitising wipe. time to go home… or not.