It is an essay for my english class and is based on a painting I did of Sam.
Summary: Descriptive essay of Samantha Carter
Category: General
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them and you know the rest.
Turning toward her as I come back into the room I am stopped. Her piercing eyes search out and grab my entire being. Grabbing me at my very core and pulling me in. Pupils of jet take me back and then draw me in. Streaks of white, dolphin, and pewter spread out of her pupils forming the gracefully arrays of chaos that are her eyes. An inner circle of dolphin surrounded by an outer orbit of pewter lies beneath the chaos that circles her pupils. Light glistens off the orbs creating white Texas snowflake sized twilights on her irises. Around her irises the sclera lies. The area to the right is hidden as her eyes are turned, looking out at the world. Still the left glimmers white shadowed only by the lids of her eyes. Glamorous lines of black create soft and strong eyelids. The thinnest of lines dwell just about her eyelids. Showing how open and inviting her eyes are. Those eyes speak of a life lived. Sorrow and happiness colliding. Still they speak to me as they draw me in still more. Elegant eyebrows lay above her doe shaped eyes. They are perfectly shaped in an effort to show femininity in the male dominated world she lives and works. In contract to her lovely orbs are the gray lines beneath them. She doesn�t even attempt to cover them. They are worn like a badge of honor. Showing of her time dedicated to her passion; her work. To achieve the vocation, respect, and strength she has I would were the same lines beneath my eyes with honor as well. Her eyes are truly the windows to her soul.
Suddenly I am thrown out of her eyes with an invisible force. Following the line her eyebrows created I see the beginnings of an artistic nose. It descends down split in two by shadows. Diving down till it ends in a curve. Gently lips arc up invading the space below her nose. An uneven line divides her poised lips into the taught upper and pristine lower. Even in the hues of gray, her lips speak ruby to me as if she was a beautiful actress from the 1950�s and not the solider she is. They glisten in the light that is shown on her face. The shadow cast on her chin by her lips speaks of their volume. The stormy gray area is in difference to the rest of her pewter and dolphin face. It is rounded in kind curvatures of youth. On her left cheek dolphin turning white reigns supreme as the light shines hard upon her face. Yet as my eyes journey up and over her nose once more I am greeted with a land of curves. Pewter curves down from the corner created by her bright eye and the dark side of her nose. The pewter fades down until it is met with an arch of medium gray showing off exquisite cheek bones.
I follow the graceful line of her cheek up to an organized chaos of hair. Hues of mars are overlaid by tones of ashen. It flows down and whips up. Across her forehead the locks lengthen and disappear around her face. A few tuffs stick out above her ear pointing out, up and down.
I follow the gentle curve of her face back down. Below her china doll like face yet another line runs highlighting the blend of grays that form her neck. Running up its edge is a wall of mars. It stretches out across the board and arches up forming her t-shirt covered shoulder.
Reaching out I touch her face, sadly I realize that she is only layers of acrylic upon a board covered in canvas. As I run my fingers along the flat surface that only moments ago were raising off the board I feel a contrast. Her eyes are rough and still show the cloth below only a layer or two of paint while her cheeks are smooth with multiply layers of paint all coming together to form the perfect shades. This contrast speaks of the minutes the eyes took to complete while the cheeks took hours. Her artistic nose is the smoothest of all and feels like powder. The feel of powder screams at the day and weeks spent attempting to raise it up from nothing. All of a sudden I realize that the world of black and white that I have been viewing and drawn to is backed by one of sapphire. This sudden realization throws me back to her eyes. In the shades between black and white resides the beauty that is art. Within those shades the marvel that is Samantha rises off the canvas.