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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:52 am
Take some time off, they said. Rest for a while, they said. An accident like that doesn't just go away overnight, they said. Christa scoffed at the idea of being bedridden for three days while her leg recovered. Those pieces of advice must have been intended for someone who didn't have a restless mind. At her insistence, her brother Zach accompanied the teen to the gallery opening. Their father begrudgingly allowed it because Zach carried the family cell and could help his sister if she "started to succumb to the pain" or some such nonsense. If only she could tell her father than road rash meant nothing when compared to tear gas smoke bombs, energy blasts or getting hacked in two. Christa considered herself quite lucky.
Zach was the typical middleschooler, hanging around in relative proximity to his older sister as per father's orders, but he thought galleries were really boring. He would much rather have stayed at home and played Red Dead Redemption. The boy frowned while his sister tried not to hobble from piece to piece. The gallery was starting to fill up, but it with the artists, not viewers. Some visitors will allowed in by the other artists while they were in the process of setting up the show. Christa explained that with her injuries, there was no way she could easily get around once the place was packed. This was true, but the main reason was that she didn't want to keep Zach out all night.
"Christa, what's this one supposed to be?" came a reply and a tugging of her shirt. The gray haired teen wore capri pants to display her bandage, if only to act as proof that her injuries were real - she wasn't just saying she was injured to be lazy. Zach tried very carefully not to stand on that side, and gently dragged his sister over to a piece of photography. Both Calloways tilted their heads from side to side.
After a few moments of deliberation, Christa frowned. "I think.... it's the inside of... a church steeple?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:45 pm
Griffin perused the art gallery really rather slowly. She knew one of the artists who had just been featured, and really it was only a few of their pieces, but she may have exaggerated their importance or her connection to get in early. It was easier to appreciate art when there weren't people in the way and if the artist was available to talk to. She wished she could have gotten some of her own photos and paintings in, but she was secretly too meek to submit many of them, at least that was the feeling after they'd been rejected once for whatever reason. Maybe someday she'd be in an art show. If not then she could always enjoy nature's beauty, right? As she looked on a photo of a flower taken rather abstractly, she thought, Nature's so... fancy.
As she slowly made her way around the exhibit, she overheard a conversation about one of the photos. She couldn't help herself. She had to interject. "I just got finished talking to the artist," she nodded her head in said photographer's direction, "and he told me about how it was the interior of a cathedral bell tower that he photographed in Europe." The guy had seemed have some lofty idea of himself with the emphasis he put on 'in Europe'. "He was going on about making an abstraction of classic Gothic architecture." She shrugged and didn't input any of her reflections on the piece. It wasn't like either of the kids had asked, after all. What she began thinking of was how she should be paid to do this. It'd be a sweet gig.
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