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 Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 5:29 pm
"When we get back to the car, I have some business cards there. You can call me sometime for some plein air and work with flow. Music is an excellent start, and is usually a trigger. " "Something on the walls...a good idea. I'll have to work with that. The question will be what. " She mused happily while walking over to get them each a pamphlet, coming back and handing him one. "Dessapt...the name escapes me at the moment but it brings to mind the colours of trees. Robert Finale I'm drawing a blank on completely. What do you like about them?" "I like to support the arts as much as I can. Survival may not demand art, calling it privilege, but I cannot imagine worth of just surviving without it. the more artists I find and support, the more they can do more than survive...they can create. And we can all advance." She walked nonchalantly along, towards the floating silver pillows and the air-jet floor that had been set up over some of the sidewalk. Then playfully bapped a cushy silver balloon at her companion. "Or regress"
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:15 pm
"That sounds like a good idea to me, I'm sure I'll be calling when I find the time to spend on painting." Which might not be a lot of time, or might be sporadic, but it would be time well spent. Since he'd be going to college for the arts come this fall he really wanted to do everything he could to improve himself before hand. This would help certainly, especially when he needed to get things done on a time schedule. He'd need to be able to tuck into his work and get it done and he may not always be able to zone out like usual.
"Maybe make the walls fit the column's look. Add some ivy maybe and creeping flowers and leaves?" Came the suggestion, a moments thought given to it before the suggestion was made.
"Dessapt and Finale do cityscapes, impressionist style, and really I don't think are that popular or known. I simply happened upon there work and didn't look much into the artists themselves." Something he perhaps should have done. He did know they were alive still though.
"I think we simply need art, a way to express things, and take ourselves away from the every day world. So perhaps to survive we may not need it but to emotionally thrive and for our imaginations to grow and thrive I think art is needed." And he was happy to let his art relax him as he worked on it, maybe he really should let others see and enjoy it. Let his art join in with every other piece of art created and be seen by others, and touch someone in some manner. Let it add to the patchwork which all artists added to when they let others see their work, as their art enriched things and added a new glimpse into yet another persons mind.
Taken out of his musings as something bopped him he blinked and stared at the silver balloon. "Where-?" He asked staring and wondering why he'd missed her grabbing the balloon and bringing it down on him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 9:31 pm
Plants weren't a bad idea, really, considering the floor would mimic their presence anyway. Her place had a lot of wood around, but not a lot of anything ....growing. Living. "Some plants about the place would do some good." A peel of laughter escaped Stroud, "You should see your face. " "Don't be so stoney, luv. Now we are gods among the skies and the very clouds are our pillows. Our blankets. Our playthings and our weapons. Engarde-" she bopped another floating silver puff form at him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 10:31 pm
"Plants are always nice, they add color, and if they are living they add fragrance as well so they entertain two senses." Unless people went to touch them, than it was three. He wouldn't suggest eating them, unless one knew it was safe.
"I can only imagine what my face must look like." And he sort of could, though he was sure it was amusing and most who knew him would laugh over it.
"Sorry, was caught up in thought and didn't expect it." He stated with a smile before going to get his own silver puff so he could defend himself properly. "And of what are you the goddess of?" He asked, a half smile half smirk firmly in place as he brandished his own weapon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:42 pm
"I would be Muse, the bringer of hope and clarity to all that strive in the throes of subcreation. The candle-lighter and shuttle threader, the gentle hand and whispered encouragement. Gloriana that gives back to the world its myriad dreams forgotten with the dawn. Dance, and be the night with me. Dance, artist and show me a thousand eyes and hands on your canvases. Sing musician, and woo me with your sweet winged words. " She cavorted through silver floating shapes, ducking beneath them or looking round them, with gentle touches, like a nymph round a tree. "And doth go there, strong-limbed and graceful mien? Who art thou, sir, among our Pantheon?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:53 am
Smiling at her words he took them in with a smile that brightened as she continued. Oh, the words were wonderful to hear from her. The way she described who she would be and what she was and would do. Watching her move around the balloons he moved after her trying to catch her, trying to bop her with his silver balloon. He found her hard to catch though, even as he moved and wove about them all.
"A god of nature, spreading seeds around to cover the earth and grow many a wondrous thing." He answered. Most nature deities were female though, and he was far from female. So he didn't put a name to it, wouldn't put a name to it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:54 am
"Cernunnos, the horned king, Silvannus the tutor, Lempo and Pan. Gerovit, the Spring that goes also to War, comes home for the Harvest. Such Hunts we will have, if I bring them drunk on dreams from their houses to your woods...would you ravage them to spread your seeds? Or sink their toes in earth and garland their hair in blooms...your new garden of blushes and petal kisses to tend?" "We shall sport well, and sport long, two such pillars in the gardens of the clouds...and even when our feet touch ground we can go on running." She paused in the center of the floor, stretching up long, thin arms coiled with angular muscle like wire. Her face was turned up, looking at the sky, that only just hinted at the starts of deep blues- dawn would come soon. "That we have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream..." "This carpet of clouds must roll up soon, I'm afraid. Parrish paints the edges of our skies. Oh, Alexandre, I have had a much better night than what was first promised. " They'd need the last hours of dark and the near empty roads for his driving the stick-shift home. "I suppose we should be on our way, souvenirs and pamphlets in hand, art seen and experienced, and the touch of clouds fresh on our fingers." "Are you ready to drive?" She looked over, mischief and delight in equal measure like brighter hues than makeup could hope to color her face. Sleet Tempest Snape Could start working to a close probably? Having talked art and seen a good deal of the show, and driving off into sunrise a classicish close
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 2:23 am
Smiling he laughed at her words. "I would sink their toes into the earth, root them to the ground, and garland their hair. They would become my new gardens and grow my forests bigger. They would bring my forests new life." He answered after some moments to think over his answer. He could have said he'd ravage them, like when he stole energy and took starseeds. But he only took from those who were his enemy so those words didn't apply. Civilians were safe from him.
Watching and listening to her she smiled gently. Oh, he liked her and would certainly be calling her to spend time with her. He would let her see his works and he would
"Yeah...I just hope I don't botch it up too badly. But yeah, I'm read to learn." He said smiling at her. How many had he gone to school with how could drive a stick? He doubted anyone, he was fairly sure his father couldn't and he knew his mother couldn't. "We'll return to walk amongst these clouds and see this art again next year?" He questioned while he held tightly onto the pamphlets and other things he had gotten over the course of the evening.
"Tonight has so far gone better than I'd thought it would, better than I'd thought possible. I really need to thank you for this evening." And he had a feeling he knew how, he had a feeling that he'd be letting her take home a painting of his when he showed her his works. As he turned to head back toward where they'd come from, back toward where her car was parked. Oh, he really hoped he didn't do any damage, even if she could repair it.Ivynian We could close it here or if you wanna do a closing post you can. ::Nods:: And do we wanna now get to plotting Quenton and Alex again?
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