Pencil sketch of a young girl in a aluminium frame
How long - thought Thomas - had he gazed at that sketch - hanging on the wall - of a young girl's head - drawn in pencil - on card - framed inside a grey coloured mount - surrounded by a silver aluminium frame.
At least twenty-five years - or more he told himself.
There was no doubt the artist - he or she - had talent - for with only different shades and thickness of lines - their pencils had captured - all of the girls beautiful features. Her hair at the crown, at touch of a parting can be seen. - heavy pencil lines - as if escaping from the light shade of her right eye - held fast - at first against her skin - until set free and flare out in single strands - some dancing over her shoulder.
Lighter and freer lines bounce and cascade - flowing freely down the left side of her face - waving and wind blown - escaping the conjures of her face - only to disappear into the white coloured back board.
Not a wrinkle - a straight line or fold can be found upon her forehead - a forehead perfect but for one loose end of hair - very-so-gently - casting a slight shadow on her eyelids - eyelids - crafted from fine […]”
If you do not believe my description - or believe in the very existence of such a young girl - or there being a pencil sketch - as I have described - then wait no more.
See for yourself.
Thomas had wondered over the years - whom the artist was - maybe the 3 letters - almost hidden - within her hair - just to the left of where it nestles into her neck - were they the initials of the artist? - unfortunately he could only make out the first letter.
He thought it was a C.
Days - months - maybe years passed - and within each day - month and year - he gazed at that sketch - never seeing until one day did he notice - in the bottom right hand corner - a signature, scrawled - with a light hand - not quite legible - yet could - he thought - decipher a letter or two.
He called to his Lord.
Look - I have discovered the artist's name - he said - pointing towards the bottom right hand corner of the frame.
Each disciple in their own time - and at a distance - suitable to their own vision - provided a name that came to them.
Thomas listened to the list of possibles - seeing with his own eye - resemblances in […]”
Yet to this day - none are the wiser - to the artist’s name.
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Pencil sketch of a young girl
Thomas Leathan-drum
