[Elena watches the way he moves, the way his muscles flex and his eyes glint with a mischievous sort of inclination.]
Not quite like me? [She asks in an innocent voice while moving to crouch behind him. She lifts her camera and then spends a few moments focusing, adjusting and moving until the perfect picture filled her sights. She takes a few pictures and the soft click of her camera fills the otherwise silent room.]
A little bit of both. I want to use the light to show of my figures, their shapes and their struggles. The great thing about art is that it can be interpreted however the view sees fit.
[With those photos taken she moves and continues, she’ll eventually be standing above him and in front of him. He’ll come to find that all the pictures are tastefully composed and continue to leave wonder and mystery to his form.]
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Not quite like me? [She asks in an innocent voice while moving to crouch behind him. She lifts her camera and then spends a few moments focusing, adjusting and moving until the perfect picture filled her sights. She takes a few pictures and the soft click of her camera fills the otherwise silent room.]
A little bit of both. I want to use the light to show of my figures, their shapes and their struggles. The great thing about art is that it can be interpreted however the view sees fit.
[With those photos taken she moves and continues, she’ll eventually be standing above him and in front of him. He’ll come to find that all the pictures are tastefully composed and continue to leave wonder and mystery to his form.]