It’s the truth, honest…

It’s the truth, honest… Can the scientists be trusted? The next part of The Gone #thegone #amwriting

The Gone

“Is this place bugged?” I ask.

“I don’t think so,” replies Lucas. “We can’t be certain but as far as I know we had no bugs before the outbreak. And they have brought nothing with them.”

“So, what? They turned up and took over?” I ask

“Judge was already here doing some security work. The others showed up and took over,” Jonas says, his voice sounding tired.

“You knew when we chatted on the internet?” I ask.

He looks away. “Yes.”

“I suppose the guys we were meant to meet are more of Judge’s friends,” I say, sneering.

“Yes.”

“Good job we can get you out of here then,” Max says.

“What?” Temple snaps. Not sure I’m happy about her joining our little club, but then I can’t be the only woman.

Max doesn’t say anything. He simply uncrosses his arms and runs to the other side of the room…

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Work in Progress

Today I hope to finish inking up the picture. How about a teaser?

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This is the first layer of the painting. Eventually I will use watercolour and acrylic to create the look I want. Sorry about the quality of the photo… but I think you can see what it is going to look like. 🙂

A Very White Room

A Very White Room – is the WHO safe and are they able to help? #amwriting #thegone

The Gone

As we move deeper into the complex I am struck by how white and sterile everything is. It is feeling more and more like a hospital and as we move my fear increases. I know that Max will be able to smell it and as if sensing my unease he takes my hand and squeezes it.

“So,” Jonas says as he walks. “What happened to the cure?”

“We had to use it,” Max says, his voice a low rumble that echoes down the corridor.

“Had to use it…” Jonas looks shocked.

“Don’t you realise how important that was!” The woman says, her voice high and fast.

“Temple,” Jonas snaps. “I’m sure they had reason.”

“I did,” Max rumbles, but I can tell he is angry.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say, trying to dispel the rising tension.

“How can you say that?” Temple says, rounding on me and stopping in the…

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Fuzzy head…

I blame the bank holiday!

It feels like a Monday, but it isn’t. So I’m making mistakes with the admin… In fact, I think I’m going to forget it and just do some drawing…

Admin tomorrow. Today is all about the art and the writing!

A Quiet Day

Today I have spent my time planting… Sounds relaxing?

Nope, not when the veg patch is almost a third of an acre. So, the sweetcorn is in the polytunnel, it really wouldn’t grow otherwise, we are just too cold and high up. And I have tried again with the butternut squash. This will be the third year running and I’m not sure I can get them to flower let alone make fruit. But I am stubborn.

So today has been no writing or drawing, but I am pleasantly aching and I have a garden that is looking more in control.

Work in Progress – ‘That’ portrait

Yep… I’m referring to it as ‘that’, which is never a good thing. I have been talking to my logical and supportive friend (you know who you are) and after hashing out some details I have a plan of action!

It does mean that I have to start again, but that is a good thing as the last attempt ended up in the bin. That reminds  me of a something that happened whilst I was being taught art in school.

We had an art teacher who was old school. He had us working on this one piece of artwork for a week. It was the best work I had done up to that point. I was so proud.

“Now,” he said. “Hold up the art.”

We all did.

“Hold the corners.”

We did.

“And rip it in half.”

No one moved.

“Rip it in half or leave.”

I don’t know who went first but eventually the whole class had ripped it in half.

“Now continue until the pieces are about an inch square.”

I did it. I hated it. But it taught me a lesson. The art is only as good as others see it. Or in my case, how I see it. I suppose I am my own worse critic. I expect perfection or close to and if I don’t get it than I tend to start again.

I’m not talking about quick studies. Things like the life drawing and observational landscapes are allowed to be more mistake filled. It’s the long stuff, like the portrait…

Not that I’m looking for perfection as in a photo, instead I’m looking for the image that I see in my head.

It is a thrill when I get it right though. And I do love that thrill.

Life Drawing!

After being told I was totally unfit yesterday I’ve been in a bit of a blue world. But today is life-drawing day!

And that is never a bad day.

I’d not done this class before so I got myself a full kit together (although I forgot the water for the paint). I then park in the only place I know has long-term parking and head out for a ten minute trek across Aberystwyth.

I get there and I’m the first one… So I help set up and then I start drawing (once the model arrived).

It was so much fun! I mean life drawing is an oddly solitary skill, but I enjoyed myself. So I am back to being a happy Kate, despite my unfitness. 🙂

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