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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:36 pm
As he learned about the female car he was slightly surprised, the parts were that easy to find? He wouldn't have expected that. But like she went on to say there were kit-cars (though he wasn't sure just what a kit-car was). So then it wasn't so bad if he messed up, though he'd still like to avoid it, he at least wouldn't feel so bad if he did screw something up. If the parts were to have been rare, difficult, or expensive he'd have felt terrible guilt if he messed something up. In fact, he likely would have made sure to help repair whatever he'd messed up and get the part(s) himself or at least paid for them. He still might offer to pay for anything he broke.
Feeling his cheeks warm he shook his head. "Indeed, not that most people believe I'm eighteen." He was sure part f the reason for that was his height, or lack of it. He'd already long ago accepted that he wouldn't grow further, and he was ok with that, but other people just...thought it meant he was younger and he had growing still to do. Their problem, not his. One plus side was that anyone he ever may date would be taller than him, which he'd admit he did prefer. It was one of the few things he knew he wanted in someone he'd date. He really wasn't sure what else he wanted, perhaps that had played a role in his dating Michael? Either way that was over and he wasn't looking or planing to date any time soon, he was too busy for it, but if it came to him he also knew he wouldn't turn it down.
"I only say it because it just seems like it. So much industrialization in those places. So many things known and less unknown. It just...seems like it lacks that same appeal and feeling. At least from what you see on tv and in movies not to mention online. All the media makes it seem like those days are long since past. But if you say Romania maybe it'll be somewhere I go soon, though what do I do for the language issue?" He'd only traveled places which spoke something he did. Romania would not be such a place. It was however an idea and if Stroud was suggesting it who was he to turn down the idea? He'd have to look in to it, maybe a trip for next winter? This summer he was already working on and didn't think it enough time to look into the idea of Romania. But maybe this coming Christmas vacation, even if it would be freezing in Romania.
"O-oh, ok." Flushing a light pink he smiled at her. "Alright, if they have the shirts I will be your honorary unzipper." Bowing he flashed her something of a teasing smile. "It would after all...be an honor." As he straightened up and continued to follow at her side he paused for a moment at the sight of a sandbox, she had warned him, and the art which lay within it's confines.
"You know anything about Nepal? Still have that sense and feel as well?" It had been a rather sudden though, a place he'd heard of and knew nothing about. Maybe Stroud did. Maybe it would be another place to put on a list, he'd need to make one, of places to see.
As they spotted the shirt vendor, or rather Stroud did, he took a glance over the person before tilting his head and eyeing the design. "Alchemy? I don;t know anything about it. But it is an interesting design. I think I'll trust your judgement on a shirt for me and the colors." He said nodding his head to her as he let her decide his fate.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 1:18 am
"Nepal.....I know that it had a fantastically color-rich culture of arts and crafts- paper painted lanterns and elaborate beads, rain chains, sculpture. Rich in languages and differing peoples...differing religions. Not a lot of tourism there outside of Everest because of all the political unrest and abolishing the monarchy. It has much the same mix- areas where tourism comes and cities have modern amenities and other regions within are very much not. Volatile, but maybe that's another word for exciting. " "Honestly, though, Nepal has some of the most breathtaking landscapes in the world. I've never been, but there's some clients I've worked with who have pieces they purchased while traveling between India, Tibet and Nepal. " Looking over the shirt designs and available shirts, then Alexandre himself. The white pants were certainly something to have to work with, and the navy blazer. A light blue, french grey, complement with a rust? She got the artists attention, "If you're in between batches, I'll buy for a new screen and do a special gradient wipe? Rusts at the top to blues at the bottom. Text, 'Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.' For the graphic a decaying chimaera rampant. Also, one of those green lions in XL if you have one. " It only took a moment to barter out the price, and her shirt was already on hand to change into. She took off the bolero to her dress, shirt in hand, "Yours is going to be twenty minutes to cut the stencils on the silk. Have you ever seen it done? We can watch if you want or there's some Warhol inspired cloud pillows to play with over there. Zipper, please?" Stroud lifted her hair over her shoulder so that it didn't get in the way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 1:36 am
As he listened he nodded his head where it was a good idea to do so. The information was helpful, all things he hadn't known. Then again he hadn't known anything about the place aside from it's general location, and given that figured it might be worth inquiring about. "Some people would indeed say volatile is another word for exciting. I'm not sure which way I go on that, perhaps it depends on how volatile or if I get caught in it." He said giving a shrug of his shoulders.
"Do you think you could get some information form your contacts perhaps? Basic information, and less basic information, for someone looking to perhaps visit? Hotel information and other things?" It was an idea how and it was firmly planted in his mind. A trip there would surprise Lily, without a doubt, but this was another one he might take on his own. He wasn't sure about this but if he decided to go with the idea he would certainly be going on his own, unless his situation changed and he had someone he had to take for some reason; he still didn't know what he'd do this summer with Alois.
"Interesting, and fitting, choice in words for the shirt design and it fits the chimaera." It was very fitting. And while Latin wasn't a language he spoke he knew a few little phrases, like people knew a few words in various languages such as merci and it's translation from French. It was the same idea, the writing for his own tattoo was in Latin.
"I don't mind the wait...and no I've never seen silk screening done. We can see the pillows in a bit?" He questioned while taking his place behind her and taking hold of the zipper he gently undid it, he didn't want to break it or have to snag on the dresses fabric. As more skin came into view so did the extensive ink she had done. "It's lovely, large, but very nice. You or whoever designed it has an eye."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:14 am
"I would be glad to. I prefer to support and not impede adventures. I can ask about their old itineraries and you could cross section with what you have in mind. " It was always sad how fewer and fewer people studied much Latin. The trials and tribulations of being a dead language save medial and church use. But it was a sign of refinement, even in the Victorian. Nothing like showing their white collars. " Anyone who knows proverbs or wisdoms can't be all bad. And in separate languages. Good show, old chap. We all need memento meditations. That this night be one for you to look on, and the shirt, with pride and more steps forward. I'm glad you like it." When he finally commented on the ink revealed, Stroud picked up her waiting shirt and put in on over the now unzipped dress, shrugging out of the dress underneath it in an quick changing-with-clothes-on car based maneuver. Only it was so much easier not in a car. "Some tales can only be told with large pages. " "I visited Sedlec Ossuary near Prague maybe...three years ago. Thousands of skeletons upcycled and sourced for architectural decoration. It was beyond words. Amazing. But coming back, the imagery there stayed and while I was in New York I hunted around for an artist. I gave them the manuscript and the theme of the church and let them have free reign. Ibaraki Reiko is her name. No one famous or well known, but I try to keep in touch in case we ever cross paths again. Shy thing, charges far too little for her work because she doesn't have enough confidence. " " 'What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be. ' " She tool the dress carefully off as it pooled at her feet, used the borrowed belt around her hips, and considered her new, more casual attire. The dress went into the t-shirt purchase bag. It woudl probably get wrinkled, but that's what dry cleaning was for. She led to a good spot at the booth to watch the screen-artist do the graphic magic. "Most T's are machined now, but as you can see, self-screen printing is pretty quick and easy once you get some practice at it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:12 pm
"That would be appreciated. I'd like to know everything I can before I decide on a trip, especially to a place less...modern." Less modern and industrialized. He didn't want to get himself into a situation, or several, while there. And he sort of had the sinking feeling that if he went there or Romania he'd need a few shots. He'd been lucky and not needed any before going to France and England last winter. That he wasn't looking forward to at all.
"I only know a few and only because I've seen it or head it somewhere. I got the one I have on me from something I say once." And he honestly couldn't remember where. He just knew he'd been young and it had been a term he hadn't known, and in typical fashion for words he didn't know he'd looked it up. It had been one method of learning in his home. If you don't know a wood you look it up or ask father or mother. That way you learn and you don't just go on having never learned what something meant. It meant his parents were obligated to answer whenever he asked them though, which they did make time to do.
"An ossuary...with skeletons for decoration. Sounds like a lovely place to see on Halloween, as it would be rather fitting. But I can't imagine a religious place being decorated with human bones. I blame that on viewing the church as something like and holy and the dark, sinful, hellish things always seeming to be depicted as skeletal and such. So it just seems like it would be sinful to decorate a religious place as such. But you have me interested in seeing it." Stroud certainly sounded like the sort to like to keep in touch with unknown artists and check in with them maybe? Keep in touch and find out how they are doing with their careers....maybe? Maybe he was just thinking too much on it. But he doubted most people would keep in touch with a tattoo artist they'd only met once and had work done by once. Than again the piece had to have taken along time to do so maybe they'd really gotten to know each other? Become friends perhaps.
"Did you tell her that? That she doesn't charge enough? Perhaps if someone could boost her confidence?" He questioned while he followed her and took a seat with her. "That saying is...certainly true." Though how did she mean it now? Rather than asking he focused on watching the t-shirt work being done. "Everything which can be mass produced is. I'm glad paintings still need a painter to paint them. Though I have heard of an elephant being able to paint. I'm not sure I consider it art. And if a computer were programmed to do it I certainly would not consider it art - not like what people here create." And he looked to Stroud, to see if she had an opinion on that.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:39 pm
"See it for Halloween, " Stroud chuckled. "Very consumerist of you. You know, ghosts and faerie abducted people in the old stories or come out to haunt on any day not just on All Hallows' Evening. " "And really, if you're Christian...death is just a miracle, not dark or devilish. It is returning home. This place we are now is not paradise, and you are not surrounded by the Trisagion Hymn on the lips of the most high at all hours of the day. But I prefer to think of it as contemplative. Peaceful. Respice post te. Hominem te esse memento. Memento mori. - Look behind you. Remember that you are but a man. Remember that you will die. " "But it is something to see. It was not morbid, it was not frightening. It was beautiful. It was taking something so immutably human, our remains, and treating them with the honor not to forget them in the ground or burn them to ash. The names no longer remembered, maybe, but hundreds of years later their bodies still serve and stay among the brotherhood they were a part in. " The screens were cut for Alex's shirt, and the artist was busily getting the paints ready to make the proper gradient. Stroud considered the leading statement about art. "Se non è vero, è ben trovato." "Even if it is not true, it is well conceived. Art is conception and creation. It needs both, either alone is empty. Elephant paintings...that woudl depend on the elephant. Don't be so human-centric, " Stroud smiled wide, "Not that I'm going to go on some hippy tangent, but there are animals out there that have preferences and understanding of the basics of those kindergarten lessons you were espousing earlier. Elephants have memory, names, they remember patterns and places and family. They do have society and culture. But their time is spent in survival - play, sleep, eat, breed. If one has all those needs met and has time to start into art, it can't be much different than human Primitivist paintings. I won't say I like it, but I wouldn't write it off without seeing it and meeting the artist. " "Actually, I hate most primitivist art. But hate, as observed tonight, is better than boredom. Gives something toothful." "Other eyes have other views. It doesn't make them wrong for not being yours or mine. And what woudl be the joy in it? No discovery or adventure, there, only stagnant similarity again." "It is a personal thing, art. Most definitions of it include the communication of the piece, which means it could be argued that art never shared isn't art. It's just therapy. Nothing to say. " She lifted a brow, aiming that one at those early protestations that he hadn't shown his work at one of these. "They're all wonderful arguments in the philosophy of Aesthetics."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:52 am
"Consumerist - yes. I won't deny it. But it somehow fits the feel of that evening. And I've heard some of those stories of the fae and ghosts. I've also heard that on Samhain the fairy mounds and doors open and allow the fae out. But I suppose the stories are up to the reader and which they believe and don't. I don't personally give myself to any religion, I can't allow myself." Between the blood on the hands of so many religions and then how it seemed so...limiting. He just couldn't limit himself or align himself with a religion which spoke of not killing whilst killing people. It just didn't work for him. It wasn't these reasons, there were more, but it mattered not.
"Death as a miracle..I don't know if most Christians would agree, though I'm sure some would, but others would be like most people - and wish to avoid it and fear it...look at it poorly." A she continued to speak he had to wonder over her words, they certainly were interesting and thought provoking.
"I don't believe in heaven. But if there were one than no - this isn't it. But this isn't hell either then. I wouldn't call this some middle ground either. Perhaps a place for us to live as we wish, to enjoy our lives, before we have to follow the rules of wherever we go once we die. But that is again - if I believed in heaven and hell." And to believe in them would be to believe in a god and such, right? So fate then would come in to play and the idea that things are predetermined. Nothing he liked to believe in or was comfortable with, ideas he disliked.
"I see some of what you say about the bodies. Perhaps not about forgetting them by burning or burying them, but that's me being common and thinking of tombstones and urns. But I do see the point you make of them staying with their brotherhood in a very tangible manner. That I see and can appreciate." And while it seemed creepy still it was perhaps due to the simple taboo placed on tampering with the dead, or doing things other than burying them, setting them adrift on a river, or burning them. It was the normal socialite beliefs placed upon one since they are a child. The dead were not touched and were certainly not made into art. As much as he liked to think society and it's beliefs didn't have a hold on him they did and it was undeniable, so he didn't deny it and rather admitted to it.
Laughing he shook his head. "No, no. I'm not trying to be human-centric. I just think that what they create is the same thing I dislike humans creating. It's splashes and splotches of color that's random and does nothing - says nothing. But yes, I'm sure they also have preferences." Could they see the full color range? Some animals couldn't, right? He'd always heard they had poor, short, memories. Was that something which had been proven wrong? "Yes, they do have culture, in a very primitive manner, and society and some structure." Which was interesting, as it was with other animals that had structure and society. Members, if not the whole group, would stay behind for an injured or dying member. It was terribly sad as well. But he supposed that was why humans and dogs, once wolves, got alone so well. They both have/had societies and structure.
"The animal version of primitive art - which I too hate. While it is good that the art has lasted so long, that we can see that people were capable of it and thinking of such things, it is still not pleasing. But yes...art is different for everyone, a very opinionated field." And at her last comment he stared at her for a moment, his cheeks coloring.
"Yes, I suppose I do deserve that jab. Especially since it is the lack of communication of emotions and such that I dislike other works for." Such as art by an animal or the tripe that hung on walls all around the world, while looking like someone got paint on their kitties paws and ran them about the canvas. "Next time, next time I'll bring a few pieces and I'll let you pick them..." He said after some moments of silence. He'd never know what to pick, how many to take, he'd leave it to Stroud.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 2:15 am
"I can't say if I believe in religion or not." Stroud laughed, honestly and bright toned. "But I'll tell you one thing, they give you great lists on how to really unwind and have a party. And they've all got beautiful traditions of symbolism to draw on, iterate from, and refer to. So people are welcome to them as much as I'm welcome to embarrass them. " "The only reason to fear death is because you regret. If you have no regrets, than there's nothing to fear. I am happy with what I have accomplished so far in my life- I have seen a nice list of other parts of the world, I have a body of work I am proud of and which adds to the beauty of this place I've called home. It isn't to say that there isn't more I want to see and do, but there's nothing I would take back. I could be different, but it couldn't be better." "So if there are things you DO regret, Alexandre, resolve them. That whole strength to change what you can and wisdom to know what you can't business. After that....its all stones to drop off the bridge as you walk, not carry them in your pocket." She stood eagerly as soon as the shirt was done and dried, excitedly holding it forth like a prized deer of a Hunt to her companion. "Alright, off with that business and don your new armor of cool. I like it." She wondered if he'd manage the usual male just-take-it-off since they were culturally allowed to be without shirts in general (let alone a few second just to change), or if he would be too shy. "I can hold your coat for the moment." "I would be honored to help you make some decisions on a display. The key is to spend the next couple months coming up with a direction You want to take your art, a statement, and then a body of work to choose from on that vein that are most exceptional for display."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 1:12 am
"I've never looked much into religion so I'm rather clueless how they teach to unwind and party. But I can say they have many popular images which can be shown in many ways and done beautifully.So many famous pieces from the Renaissance period are religious works and all are amazing. While I've never painted people, for how constraining it feels to me, I can see the beauty in the rich colors used in religious pieces. Did you see about that new Da Vinci piece found? The kissing babies?" He asked wondering if she'd seen the show on tv about it, or read about it. "And the second Mona Lisa they found? They confirmed it's authentic. I've heard speculation that it was from his studio but perhaps from a student who was painting at Da Vinci's side." From talking religion and religion in art to the kissing babies and then he'd skipped to the Mona Lisa. But it all made sense on how it flowed from one thing to another.
Finally he broke away from the thought of classic paintings - master pieces, and shook his head. "I can't fully agree on that. The fear of death I think can also be attributed to the fear of the unknown. Isn't that why people in ancient times invented so many deities? To explain the unknown which scared them and which they could not explain? I think people are still like that - fearing the unknown. Not knowing if there is a hell, a heaven, if one simply cases to be, if there is rebirth and different stages or reincarnation depending on our sins and our positive acts. So yes, it is I think in part due to regrets but I can't say it's just for that reason that people fear it." He might risk his life, more often than most people would dare to, but he didn't seek death. He didn't want to die and it was a part the fear of the unknown, part his dislike of the unknown and not liking unknowns, and another part was leaving those he cared for and held close.
"I'm glad you can say there is nothing you'd take back. I think as I've grown in the last few years I've wondered what little changes would have done for me now. I'm not sure I'd change things, because the results are unknown. But I do wonder about things, as I think many people do. And I can't claim that things couldn't be better because of that. It could be, I don't know what little changes would result in now." He didn't like disagreeing so much with Stroud but these were his feelings and opinions and he was being honest. If she was going to put forth her opinions, which he wanted to hear, he really did! Than he would put forth his own and make sure to back them as best he could. Considering they were dealing with things that were opinion based really.
"But I do agree in doing things without regretting them. So next time they do this I'll let you pick some pieces and show them. All my work is nature based, landscapes. Fields of flowers, meadows, water and flowers. I only just started working in oil paints. I could show you what I do some time if you'd like..and I could think on a theme...easily." Yes, he could do that. He could pick a theme and stick to it. But what? He'd take some time to think on that and come up with something. He'd let Stroud see what few people ever saw - his paintings.
He might be a prude but taking his jacket and shirt off wasn't really that bad, it was socially acceptable, so while she held out his shirt like some sort of prize he took off his coat and offered her it. The shirt was next and was yanked off. He was...toned but not built, maybe a bit soft even, but with really fair skin. The ink now easier for her to see since they weren't in her car with him sitting and hips lifted to show her. It really was nice work and clearly a fleur de lis. The words and banner impossible to see, it went too low. "Alright, shirt?" He asked holding out a hand for the new shirt.
"So tell me, what do you do? Paint, sculpt? sketch, design clothing?" He asked wondering just what she did. She had to do something, right? And not just because she seemed to know so much. But somehow he was sure she did something artistic, really he just wasn't sure why he felt and thought it about Stroud.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:54 am
Stroud listened coolly, taking in the words with careful but interested consideration. "It is good to have a solid stance on such things. Agree to disagree, even, except then what would we have to enjoy in lively debate?" She didn't mind Alex's opinion differing from hers in the least. He was welcome to it. In fact, it was nice to have something that was both interesting and pertinent to have intelligent converse about. Otherwise they'd both be lieft in solitary vacuums like the one that they'd escaped. She played a few moments, drawing it out deliberately with a cheshire smile when she had him shirtless before putting the new duds in his hand to get on. "Lilium inter spinas? luce, lux of luc, are you the flower of light? Or the bringer of light? Isn't that ripe with imagery. I suppose the Franks had spears so shaped as well. " "Usually restoration work. That IS my primary art, taking what is broken worn and ruined and bringing it to life again. But if you mean the genesis of my own creativity, probably most often woodwork. Furniture, wall fixture and enhancement, architecture, sculpture and whatever comes to mind."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 2:19 am
"I like to be consistent and have reasons behind what I think and believe, at least as much and as often as I can. But yes, agree to disagree if you must though I'm sure even if you do that lively debate can still be had. I don't think it would kill such debate, it would perhaps insure no feelings ar honestly hurt? As I'm sure some people bruise quite easily when their opinions and thoughts are beaten on by another person of differing opinion and beliefs." He said with a smile playing about his features.
Pulling on his shirt, when she finally turned the new shirt over, he shook his head and combed his fingers through his hair. "Now that I cannot say. I would like to claim to be a bit of the second, someone looking to bring the light. But I also rather like flowers and the fleur de lis does have it's connections to nobility." And it worked well with the words under it. It was a tie in to his social standing and he felt it tied into his Negaverse life and the expectations which came from both things. Some might just say he had an obsession of sorts with plants. It wasn't that, not at all.
"The fleur de lis has a lot of imagery and symbolism attached to it. And yes, I believe they did though I don't know the name of those spears, as I'm sure they had some special name. I believe fences have the fleur de lis as a tip on them as well. Palace fences if I remember right."
So now he knew what else she did. She worked with alot of different things personally, aside from her restoration work. "That's a lot. I'm not sure I could divide myself like that. But those all seem to play into each other rather nicely." And he turned his eyes from Stroud in order to look around them. "So were to first?" He was looking to her for guidance as she'd been here before.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 1:56 am
Stroud laughed at 'bruise easily', "Sticks and stones, love. But bruises, that sounds more like fun to me. Rough is fun, even if you're set on trying to preserve perfect porcelain." She gave a light, stroke of a nail along his forearm, leaving a line of faint red on his otherwise unblemished skin. It took work to stay that pale- either night-shifting by deliberate choice or circumstance or daily adherence to covering clothes and sunblock. How old fashioned. Wasn't it women who were expected to display their high-borne quality by the paleness of their skin? "Palace fences....are you so fenced, palace bird? Well, I'm glad to have stolen you out a night. " "It is only as divisive as you allow yourself to imagine it to be. It isn't just that they feed one into the next, it is all one, once I'm in the zone. The right flow, and the path to the right flow. " "As for where next, " She considered the panoply that bustled around them only a moment before leading the way again, "Let's start with the panopticon- the traditional paintings and sketches that they've got on display in the labyrinth there and along the street. If there's still time, one of the interactive installations then. " The promises were true regard the quality- it was everything from amateur to professional. Most of all, though, everything had energy- grief or joy, introspection, retrospection, abstraction or realism. Stroud paused longest at a study of shadows and lights through leaves over moss. The shadows were cold, the golden green danced as though it could be alive with wind and real trees. The stretched paper was some five feet by five feet, hyper-real as a doorway to another plane. "Like were we willing we could crawl through, is it not?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 5:13 pm
"Yes, sticks and stones. And some people let those hurt them and have an effect on them." He stated with a shrug of his shoulders. He couldn't say that words didn't hurt him from time to time, depended on the words and who they were spoken by. But a good deal of things didn't bother him, he was above it. But there were just those topics - those buttons, as everyone had at least one button which hurt them the most.
Laughing he shook his head and smiled, a palace bird. Looking down to his forearm he glanced up and flashed her a smile. "A palace bird fenced in...and perfect porcelain...your referring to my fair skin?" He questioned before deciding to go with the assumption. "I work at a plant nursery so I'm out in the sun a fair amount of time, though I've had to cut down on my hours. I use sunblock, a good deal of it, and when I'm not at work or running in the mornings I'm inside one building or another." Be it his school or home, or some store he was shopping in. Nighttime was perhaps when he spent more time outdoors but that was due to his extra, separate, life. And then he was covered in quite the old fashioned, conservative, uniform.
"I see. I know I can if I've the time and right conditions, get rather lost in my painting."
Glancing about as she spoke he nodded his head. "That sounds good to me, so lets get started then" And he did follow at Stroud's side as he took in the pieces they had here tonight to offer for people to view and enjoy. A few sketches down from Stroud he noticed her stopping and looking over something. Deciding to make his way toward her, to see what had her attention, he soon was stopped at her side and staring. "Indeed...it's very real. I wonder if they looked at the real hing while working on it. They seemed to have not just captured the nature aspect but the weather as well and the feel." He spoke with a tilt to his head as if trying to see something, to see from a different angle.
"It is lovely, very real. The artist clearly has talent." And he'd like to see more art by them, and hoped there might be more by them here tonight.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:02 pm
"It takes practice, but with some attention to details you could learn to enter Flow not just with 'right conditions', but under many circumstances. If you're ever interested, I'd be happy to help you try to find how is best for yours, help you internalize them so that you own the switch and have more control about turning in on and off for not just art, but reading, working, lots of things. Increases output, relaxation, its marvelous. " "Imagine a weeping wall central column, with this painted along the floor all round it. It woudl be something to feel, " She considered a few moments, "I wonder if they take commission. I've been wanting to shift around some things in the loft. A fountain would be nice...they splash, so it would need some consideration of what paint was used. Or maybe installing a glass floor with panels of painting framed safely beneath. " "I love large pieces. Immersion. " She looked around the little labyrinth of easels a moment, "Over there- pamphlets with small reproductions and a listing for each of the pieces and artists. It'll give a name, if nothing else. Something to start the hunt by." "Do you buy much art? Or just surround with your own?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 4:34 pm
"I've never been able to just do it at will. I've always needed a lack of other things going on, aside from some music, in order to focus enough to loose myself." He knew music worked for him. It had always worked to block out other sound and sink him into the emotions of whatever he was playing, or whatever Lily was playing for him. But to be able to just focus so intently on one thing, and only the one thing, without those conditions seemed impossible or just hard to him.
"I'd actually like to learn. With how divided my time is I don't get much time to paint. So if I could throw myself into it with more ease and get lost in it easier I could put the scant amount of time to better use." It would help, a lot, and he could finally come up with a finished canvas. He had one that was barely even touched so far. He just hadn't the time, or mind set, to really get in to it.
"The idea you have is actually very nice, for your loft. I think I'd even go further and do something on the wall around the fountain. But I like the idea of combining painting that looks real and a real object, like a fountain." it really was a nice idea and combination.
"I've only bought three pieces, I don't hang my own things in my room. All three are scenes of Paris two are by Guy Dessapt and the third is by Robert Finale. Nothing too fancy but pieces I rather like." He answered with a shrug. He might paint landscapes but what was on the walls of his bedroom were city scapes.
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