Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Rainy Evening









Mounting created Bloggif

I love it when it rains, it makes for the perfect day–– to stay inside and feel cozy and comfortable. Yesterday evening I looked out and saw how beautiful and mysterious it looked out with the fog settling in the distance and the light growing dim.  I couldn't resist going out to take some shots



Sunday, July 13, 2014

Illustration and Short Story

At last I am making my very first post on my blog! It is of an illustration that I created in Adobe Illustrator. I took the illustration into Photoshop and applied a brush stroke effect to give the illustrated lines a softer touch. It's based on a short story I wrote entitled The Waiting Woman. I wanted the illustration to represent the subject of this story.





The Waiting Woman


A soft music played in the background; it sounded a long ways away. Her finely manicured finger touched the brim of the wine glass as she traced its smooth edge. The chandeliers hanging from the ceilings gave a shimmering illumination to the expensive décor of the restaurant. The woman lifted her eyes from the glass full of dark liquid, to her surroundings.

The candles sat glowing on top of each table set with a fresh clean white cloth. The light shone in the eyes of each person sitting, each sitting with a purpose, a reason they were there. An older couple in the corner sat quietly talking, the wife’s eyes gleamed of adoration and content. The older gentleman siting across from her was likely to be the husband of many years. His eyes gently stared back at her; full of a respect and endearment, yet his air was refined and resilient.

A dark haired man sat at a table against the other wall. A sliver of smoke arose from a thick cigar he held lowered in his right hand above a crystal ashtray. His black mustache turned down setting his face firmly in a sour expression. Perhaps it was because the seat across from his was vacant.

Then suddenly she heard laughter erupt from a young blonde woman at a table in the center of the restaurants floor. Her head was slightly tilted back as she laughed and there was such charm in the way her lips smoothly curled upwards into a dazzlingly smile as her laughter died. She was exquisite and rare. Her blue eyes reflected a handsome man sitting to her right with jet-black hair and dark eyes staring at the girl with relish and eagerness. An elderly woman sat to his left dressed richly in purple velvet and lace, was likely to be the woman’s mother.  The way the young girl held her self, with such poise and yet…a teasing, playful twinkle gleaming from her eyes. She reached over setting her hand to rest on the sleeve of the man, a gentle movement, yet implying something more. Innocence and age sat as one at that little table in the center of the floor.

The woman turned her eyes back to the glass in front of her, lifting it gracefully to her mouth, peering down into the dark liquid. Twisting her wrist gently the red fluid swirled inside; creating ripples against it’s confined space. She held the glass to her mouth, the liquor disappearing behind the tainted lips of the same dark rouge. Setting the now empty glass down she peered at the gold watch on her thin wrist.  Hours had passed.

The chair across from her sat waiting for its occupant, taunting it’s desolation as each minute ticked by. Time took away, seized both misery and joy, but gave at its ripest moments, healing, wisdom; an era of space…yet tonight was different. Waiting was an entirely different form of time. 
The woman resignedly placed her hand against her cheek, resting her elbow against the table for anchor. She peered around the vast room to see new faces occupying the tables. The evening had melted into night, the hour late. Tables were clearing and the atmosphere discreetly whispering the evening was over, ready for its sleep and for a new day to break it’s slumber.

A waiter walked over to the little table by the fire to see that the woman who had been sitting there all evening had at last left. He pondered for a brief moment why she had been there alone dressed so exquisitely, and why for so long? As he picked up the wine glass stained with red lipstick he saw a white napkin laid out neatly across from where she had been sitting. He turned his head so he could read what she’d written.  In elegant black ink sprawled gently across the folds of white cloth he read: “I have waited too long for you, there are only so many hours in a lifetime. Goodbye darling.”

His brow furrowed in contemplation at what he had just read, it conveyed a mystery almost like a riddle yet a deep sorrow hung on each word. The waiter suddenly became aware of someone looking in his direction; he turned his eyes towards the restaurant’s entrance. A man with a black hat and overcoat stood looking through the glass doors. The man’s face was halfway hidden beneath the shadows of his hat but his expression solemn.
The waiter gave a confused look at why the man made no movement to come inside but then he saw a woman come from behind grabbing his arm and smiling. She pulled him back, her mouth moving to form words the waiter imagined to be saying “Hurry, let’s go.” and before the man turned the waiter could clearly see a reluctance in his eyes; the man looked at the napkin the waiter held.
Their eyes locked and the waiter knew he was the cause; the reason for what this woman had been waiting for all evening; anticipating, hoping, and eventually despairing.
The waiter glanced at the napkin and then back at the glass doors but the man had left and in his place was a reflection; a waiter holding the napkin, an empty table with two chairs by the fire, waiting for another night, another person…another story. 



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