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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:52 pm
Anima just giggled. "I normally don't talk much." She then blinked at his question. "Hmmm...What is there to not love? Art...is one of the purest forms of expression. One just has to find the medium that works best for them, be it dance, music, voice, or canvas."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:00 pm
"But there's more out there in the world than just those." Degas protested thinking of the overwhelming amonts of exotic arts. "There's food or not just the canvas but sculpture and walls...and" He shook his head for a moment abandoning his point. "I'm sorry I'm more of an artist than I am a musician or a dancer. I tend to cheer for the one I love best. Do you really think it's that free? I mean so much of art has been created for purpose or to illustrate that shapes our classical view of art."
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 8:29 am
Anima nodded, listening intently to Degas. When he was done, she smiled softly. "Yes...even art with a purpose still expresses something. Scales, for example. They were created to give singers a base to work from. But..." The girl quickly went through the scales, her voice had a haunting tone to it going up, then a happier one going down. "Even such a basic, structured exercise can relay an emotion once felt by the singer."
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 12:42 pm
Degas smiled a little at her singing then shrugged his shoulders. "However, is it what the artist or musician was truly intending to express or what they wanted to express or what they are told or need to express? And if um.. a basic structured exercise can can relay emotion then is it considered 'wrong' if the artist chooses to let thier own emotion slip in?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:57 pm
Anima thought on that for a moment, then shrugged, her look saying she wasn't sure on the subject. "I guess I dunno. I've had freedom in my music, for the most part." She went back to thinking again, then returned her attention to Degas as a waitress came by. "What kind of art do you do, Degas?" She turned her attention to the woman for a moment as she and Degas were handed menues and water.
"Here with your cousin?" Anima shook her head, laughing a bit. "Ah, babysitting." And with that she walked away. Anima blinked.
"Babysitting? I don't think I've heard the word before..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 9:51 am
Aradia and Lucia sat at the counter, Luci constantly having to remind Radi not to spin on the stool as they ate. The waiter at the counter was finding the small girl very entertaining. Radi blinked as her sensetive ears picked up a familiar sound...someone singing. Before her mother could say anything, the ten year old was out of her seat and rushing to the source. She finally stopped at the table where two people sat.
One was a boy who appeared to be about her age, and was very green in her opinion (and unknown to her, many other's opinion), while the other was a very pale older girl...the source of the singing, Radi was sure. And the poor older girl looked so confused. When she stated her question, before Aradia was noticed, she piped up with an answer.
"Babysitting is when you watch someone younger than you because their Mommy or Daddy or someone went out! Usually it's icky though, so I'm lucky because Mommy usually takes me with her because she doesn't want me to break the babysitter!" Her speech was fairly quick and though she wasn't exactly loud...she was definitely elated for some reason.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 3:44 am
Degas's heart sank as the others around them spoke. O how he hated his age, hated it so very, very, very much. "The world is against me I swear~" The scent suddenly whined in dramatic fashion abandoning their converstation for dramatics. He put his head down on the counter until food arrived which he then picked at now preoccupied by how the world saw him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 8:26 am
Anima nodded at the strange little girl. She had such strange hair and skin, looking like someone had dumped glitter on her and it got permanently stuck. Anima's face fell when she noticed Degas' mood. "No...the world isn't against you..." She reached across the table to pat his head, smiling now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 11:08 am
"I'm fairly sure it is!" the scent murmured playing with his food with a little bit of energy. "It's just that every time I go out something awkward happens or unusual. I meet lovely people then they're drawn away from me by some 'mysterious force' it's like fate is against me."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:00 am
Radi blinked, a bit confused by the green boy. "You keep having friends taken away? That sucks! If you want I can be your friend, since you seem interesting! I'm Aradia Macabre, but my Mommy and lots of others just call me Radi!" She grinned, holding her hand out. "What's yours, Sir Greeny?"
The girl's mother prompty noticed her 'missing' child and sighed, walking over to the table. Lucia put her hand on Radi's shoulder as she looked to the two at the table. "I'm very sorry...Radi is an excitable girl. I hope she hasn't caused you trouble?"
Aradia stuck her tongue out at the white-haired woman. "I'm not doing anything wrong! I'm trying to make friends, Mommy, with Sir Greeny and the White Singer."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:18 pm
Degas blinked. "Um I'm not a drink. But my name is Degas L'Artistnale. It's very much a pleasure to have met you. Your daughter was doing nothing more than becoming our friend!" The scent tried to cover hoping that the girl wouldn't be in trouble for wandering away.
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