Post by JONATHAN KENDRICK on Sept 11, 2013 5:59:56 GMT -8
He was blessed with good weather today, with the temp around the mid 70s people were out and about. Some were shopping while others were looking to just spend time with friends and loved ones. Jonathan loved to do the same, but today he wanted to have a little time to himself, make a little money and practice his skills with a paintbrush. He was no master in the arts, and still had a way to go, but his paintings were still well liked and sold for the simple amount of anywhere from five to thirty dollars. Jonathan really did not make earning money a big deal, and let his work of art be sold for whatever price a person was willing to pay. Most were fair with him, seeing that the paintings were worth more than a dollar, in fact he gained a few compliments, those were what he really worked for. It was good to know that what you were doing filled people with some sort of happiness or enjoyment.
That was what his music did for himself and others, music gave him joy and helped him share all of his emotions, the good and bad. Still he never ceased to entertain as well, knowing that if he was not entertaining then no one would want to listen to his music. The sidewalk was wide, giving enough room for people to walk without needing to dodge his paintings or canvas. His work space was small and propped up against a low wall, his paintings for sale sat both atop the wall and against it on the ground. Each painting was different, he did a lot of landscapes, painting places that were both known and unknown from the local LA residents. There were paintings of the Santa Monica pier, some flowers in the Botanical Gardens and even Hope Hospital. Jonathan would sit at these places for hours and just painted till he got a painting that he liked. Even now he was painting a scene that he had seen a hour or so ago, a red light, a stopped taxi and the busy street before him.
This new painting was just about done and just needed to dry and be added to the others. As he waited a women asked him about one of his pieces, he answered her nicely, and then she started to flirt with him. The man was never good with the forward type, and instead of rejecting her flat out, he panicked and looked to speak to someone else to save him from this beautiful stranger. The first person he saw became his target of attention, this person would do just fine. "Hello there, yes you. Would you be interested in buying any pieces of my art? Or would you have a suggestion for the next location I should paint?" It was easy to see that Jonathan was trying to get away from the flirting women, and if anyone cared to see the screams for help in his eyes there was a chance he might have found the right person to strike a conversation with, if not he would have to deal with the woman himself.. something he was not used to handling.
That was what his music did for himself and others, music gave him joy and helped him share all of his emotions, the good and bad. Still he never ceased to entertain as well, knowing that if he was not entertaining then no one would want to listen to his music. The sidewalk was wide, giving enough room for people to walk without needing to dodge his paintings or canvas. His work space was small and propped up against a low wall, his paintings for sale sat both atop the wall and against it on the ground. Each painting was different, he did a lot of landscapes, painting places that were both known and unknown from the local LA residents. There were paintings of the Santa Monica pier, some flowers in the Botanical Gardens and even Hope Hospital. Jonathan would sit at these places for hours and just painted till he got a painting that he liked. Even now he was painting a scene that he had seen a hour or so ago, a red light, a stopped taxi and the busy street before him.
This new painting was just about done and just needed to dry and be added to the others. As he waited a women asked him about one of his pieces, he answered her nicely, and then she started to flirt with him. The man was never good with the forward type, and instead of rejecting her flat out, he panicked and looked to speak to someone else to save him from this beautiful stranger. The first person he saw became his target of attention, this person would do just fine. "Hello there, yes you. Would you be interested in buying any pieces of my art? Or would you have a suggestion for the next location I should paint?" It was easy to see that Jonathan was trying to get away from the flirting women, and if anyone cared to see the screams for help in his eyes there was a chance he might have found the right person to strike a conversation with, if not he would have to deal with the woman himself.. something he was not used to handling.
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