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A few photographs of this drawing, of which this one is the best, and an everlasting memory are the only things confirming the fact of the existence of the FireSphereholder Having been touched by the point of a cheap (worth about 10 groszy) ballpen which had a tendency to scratch the surface of the paper mercilessly and stop writing completely out of the blue for the last time, this one of the most majestic (and I say this with full premeditation) of all the dragons that I have drawn so far was passed to someone as a gift and subsequently most probably wandered away a couple of hundreds of kilometres across the western border to a neighbouring country. As for the current status of this piece, I have no idea what’s happening to it (yet). But let’s start from the beginning…

Everything began when the Committee Presidents of our committee during this year’s EPK gave us printed tags with the abbreviation of the names of particular parties each of us belonged to along with the abbreviated name of the countries we represented. As far as I can recall, it was probably on the second day of our committee sessions and that would be Tuesday last week.
To the silly happiness of your dear old ‘wherever-scribbler’, it turned out that the tag was formed out of a folded A4 sheet of paper and that there was very much blank space left above the print. That day’s session of the committee wasn’t as interesting as the ones before and the back of the party tag looked particularly inviting. I don’t think that I fully realised that a few moments later the cheap ballpen was sketching vague lines of what seemed to be an eye. A dragon’s eye. The subsequent part of the session didn’t improve as far as attractiveness was concerned and the lines started to become more exact and by the end of the meeting a dragon’s head and neck was staring curiously to the left (in the Presidents’ direction??) out of the back of the folded sheet. As far as this moment, it was only a sketch, with no scales or shadows. I left it for some time, busy with other, more important matters.
In the following days I drew scales on the head and some on the neck and also added some shadows. By this moment I’d already realised that if I wanted it to be good, I had to be extremely careful as the only way to erase incorrect lines was to use a ‘milk’, as we call it, correction pen which, if used too often, wouldn’t look very nice. I also had the general idea of how it would look then, what I needed to do is to think about the details. And for this I had less and less time, as on Wednesday the committee sessions ended and those of the parties did the following day and the two days of General Assembly were looming out in the schedule nearer and nearer with every hour.
It was somewhere around that time that after one of the morning meetings I went into the Obora restaurant, sat quietly at a double table in the corner and took out everything I needed to complete my work. The tag folded paper sheet, the scratching ballpen and the correction pen, that is. And I began drawing the rest, only once in a while looking up at the people moving back and forth from one table to another near me. At first the hands of the clock moved very slowly, however that was good, because my work was just the opposite. Though, of course, with a few moments of hesitation in which I truly didn’t know what to do. I still had some time left until lunch, so I kept on working, telling myself over and over again that I had to finish it as soon as possible, as there wouldn’t be time for this later and if I stopped, then I’d never have completed what I’d been doing. I guess in most cases such attitude is the only solution to the problem of my abandoned deviations. Time flew, after a while it seemed more quickly than before, and soon I realised that the surrounding restaurant turned empty, because everyone had gone to lunch. I wasn’t in the mood for eating anything anyways that day and although after an hour or so my stomach began rumbling, I decided not to go to the canteen. [The rest of the day I spent running on one chocolate bar (3Bit) and a half of a slice of bread with butter, cheese and ketchup for dinner, blimey, I’m a fruitcake xD ] So with hardly anyone around me and the Opening Ceremony and the General Assembly coming nearer, I kept on drawing more and more lines, scales, shadows, claws, and so on, and so on…
At 2 p.m. one thing was left basically – wings – and that is always the most troublesome part of my dragons drawings I suppose I still need some training when it comes to this field…
After the very brief, but fruitful, preparation (all of which wasn’t used the next day ) of the Polish presentation for the Europe Fete I found myself sitting with my schoolmates at the gym, doing what? Well, of course, drawing the remaining wings. Only then did I decide to make the piece a gift. And to make a long story of ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ short, I finished the whole thing that very evening, adding only some small touches a little later on. Next, I looked at it one more time, wrote a short disclaimer concerning the most obvious disproportion of the head and neck to the rest of the body on the back of the paper, and put it into my folder, having finally decided its fate.
Would that be all? Yes, well, actually it might. All of you who have made it this far - I owe you respect
The next day the FireSphereholder acquired a brand new owner and that is where the history which I am able to tell you ends, however, as every caring artist I’ll probably be trying to learn the rest – whether successfully – who knows? Only time

PS.
Is this the longest deviation description I’ve written so far or what? xD But that only indicates how attached I was to this particular piece of artwork, as I’ve already said, it’s probably the best dragon I’ve ever drawn. I’m proud of it :] Vivat the FireSphereholder! (a.k.a. the Kreisau Dragon )
Hehehe…

Description
A few photographs of this drawing, of which this one is the best, and an everlasting memory are the only things confirming the fact of the existence of the FireSphereholder Having been touched by the point of a cheap (worth about 10 groszy) ballpen which had a tendency to scratch the surface of the paper mercilessly and stop writing completely out of the blue for the last time, this one of the most majestic (and I say this with full premeditation) of all the dragons that I have drawn so far was passed to someone as a gift and subsequently most probably wandered away a couple of hundreds of kilometres across the western border to a neighbouring country. As for the current status of this piece, I have no idea what’s happening to it (yet). But let’s start from the beginning…

Everything began when the Committee Presidents of our committee during this year’s EPK gave us printed tags with the abbreviation of the names of particular parties each of us belonged to along with the abbreviated name of the countries we represented. As far as I can recall, it was probably on the second day of our committee sessions and that would be Tuesday last week.
To the silly happiness of your dear old ‘wherever-scribbler’, it turned out that the tag was formed out of a folded A4 sheet of paper and that there was very much blank space left above the print. That day’s session of the committee wasn’t as interesting as the ones before and the back of the party tag looked particularly inviting. I don’t think that I fully realised that a few moments later the cheap ballpen was sketching vague lines of what seemed to be an eye. A dragon’s eye. The subsequent part of the session didn’t improve as far as attractiveness was concerned and the lines started to become more exact and by the end of the meeting a dragon’s head and neck was staring curiously to the left (in the Presidents’ direction??) out of the back of the folded sheet. As far as this moment, it was only a sketch, with no scales or shadows. I left it for some time, busy with other, more important matters.
In the following days I drew scales on the head and some on the neck and also added some shadows. By this moment I’d already realised that if I wanted it to be good, I had to be extremely careful as the only way to erase incorrect lines was to use a ‘milk’, as we call it, correction pen which, if used too often, wouldn’t look very nice. I also had the general idea of how it would look then, what I needed to do is to think about the details. And for this I had less and less time, as on Wednesday the committee sessions ended and those of the parties did the following day and the two days of General Assembly were looming out in the schedule nearer and nearer with every hour.
It was somewhere around that time that after one of the morning meetings I went into the Obora restaurant, sat quietly at a double table in the corner and took out everything I needed to complete my work. The tag folded paper sheet, the scratching ballpen and the correction pen, that is. And I began drawing the rest, only once in a while looking up at the people moving back and forth from one table to another near me. At first the hands of the clock moved very slowly, however that was good, because my work was just the opposite. Though, of course, with a few moments of hesitation in which I truly didn’t know what to do. I still had some time left until lunch, so I kept on working, telling myself over and over again that I had to finish it as soon as possible, as there wouldn’t be time for this later and if I stopped, then I’d never have completed what I’d been doing. I guess in most cases such attitude is the only solution to the problem of my abandoned deviations. Time flew, after a while it seemed more quickly than before, and soon I realised that the surrounding restaurant turned empty, because everyone had gone to lunch. I wasn’t in the mood for eating anything anyways that day and although after an hour or so my stomach began rumbling, I decided not to go to the canteen. [The rest of the day I spent running on one chocolate bar (3Bit) and a half of a slice of bread with butter, cheese and ketchup for dinner, blimey, I’m a fruitcake xD ] So with hardly anyone around me and the Opening Ceremony and the General Assembly coming nearer, I kept on drawing more and more lines, scales, shadows, claws, and so on, and so on…
At 2 p.m. one thing was left basically – wings – and that is always the most troublesome part of my dragons drawings I suppose I still need some training when it comes to this field…
After the very brief, but fruitful, preparation (all of which wasn’t used the next day ) of the Polish presentation for the Europe Fete I found myself sitting with my schoolmates at the gym, doing what? Well, of course, drawing the remaining wings. Only then did I decide to make the piece a gift. And to make a long story of ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ short, I finished the whole thing that very evening, adding only some small touches a little later on. Next, I looked at it one more time, wrote a short disclaimer concerning the most obvious disproportion of the head and neck to the rest of the body on the back of the paper, and put it into my folder, having finally decided its fate.
Would that be all? Yes, well, actually it might. All of you who have made it this far - I owe you respect
The next day the FireSphereholder acquired a brand new owner and that is where the history which I am able to tell you ends, however, as every caring artist I’ll probably be trying to learn the rest – whether successfully – who knows? Only time

PS.
Is this the longest deviation description I’ve written so far or what? xD But that only indicates how attached I was to this particular piece of artwork, as I’ve already said, it’s probably the best dragon I’ve ever drawn. I’m proud of it :] Vivat the FireSphereholder! (a.k.a. the Kreisau Dragon )
Hehehe…