[ He twists in his chair slightly, raising his hands to make a photo frame with his fingers. This scene, right here and now is exactly the sort of thing he’d want to capture. Real, and gentle. There’s nothing poised or faked about the curl of steam from their coffee mugs, the creases in Sanji’s sleepwear and the just-awake sleepiness clinging to the edges of his eyes. ]
Lighting, for example. This scene would require the same soft morning light in the painting, but I would probably soften and blur it a little more to give it an almost dream-like, sleepy quality. Soft colours, and a gentle palette makes the whole thing seem fond.
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[ He twists in his chair slightly, raising his hands to make a photo frame with his fingers. This scene, right here and now is exactly the sort of thing he’d want to capture. Real, and gentle. There’s nothing poised or faked about the curl of steam from their coffee mugs, the creases in Sanji’s sleepwear and the just-awake sleepiness clinging to the edges of his eyes. ]
Lighting, for example. This scene would require the same soft morning light in the painting, but I would probably soften and blur it a little more to give it an almost dream-like, sleepy quality. Soft colours, and a gentle palette makes the whole thing seem fond.