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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 5:20 pm
It was too nice of a day to be outside, if that made any sense. It did to Mathias at any rate, but he was in a sour mood to begin with - and for fair reason. He was not sure he was over his breakup - the events of the past few nights with Amenthes non-withstanding. He could not get that woman out of his head - he found himself trying to paint a landscape and more often than not, he would spy the small spot of red that he NEW would have been her hair if he'd continued to paint the landscape. Clearing his mind, he looked over the park again and started to attempt yet another sketch, hoping beyond hope he could clear his head and get this damn piece done.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 5:43 pm
The day was absolutely beautiful, light wasn't quite there for shots but it was beautiful all the same. With a happy sigh, Ava parked her car and stepped out into the sunshine. Shades were a wonderful thing for driving but impractical for her mission this day. The couple she was here for had asked for the perfect place for wedding photos. It was a task she was more the happy to take on. As with any project, this was where she started.
Most of the park she knew but nothing was left up to chance. Even the perfect spot could be less so after a time. Seemed the park managed to get banged up every once in a while by nature or other wise. Therefore, nothing was assumed.
It was work after all, so her black hair was up in a professional french braid turned bun with bangs pulled up as well. Nothing would get in her eyes to ruin a shot, this was not done. Everything else was business casual, a knee length charcoal gray wool dress with full sleeves, black thick leggings and gray ankle boots. The splash of color came from the red wool pea-coat and red belt. Everything was just so, it had to be. Gloves were forsworn as to take a great picture she needed her fingers free and fingerless gloves were just not what she'd call business wear. More like biker-chic.
Why anyone would want a winter wedding was beyond her but the client wanted and the client would get the best there was. All she had to was be back by five, so most the day was free, just never leave undone what could be done right away. That being said. The light wasn't quite right for photos. In the mean time it was scouting for the right places.
In her search she came upon a painter. It took dedication to the craft to be out here in this weather. Or maybe she just hated the cold. Approaching, she waited while he worked. It wouldn't do to surprise him and ruin what he was working on.Torvil so I don't have to keep looking for it. #e09e3a
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:09 pm
"God. ********. Dammit-" Mathias growled, dropping the grease pencil onto the easel and shaking his head. "This cannot be this hard." He had not heard the woman approach, nor was he aware he was being watched. Had he been, he'd of been a bit more cool and collected. To be fair, he was angry cause he'd drawn HER again. He went to the hassle of smudging out the small caricature of Amenthes and finally picked up his palette. Yeah - it wasn't perfect painting weather - that was true. But it had to get done so he could get it to his professor and get it critiqued and maybe in the spring gallery so he could make a quick buck. "I'm gonna ******** Bob Ross this s**t." He said to himself, starting to apply the first layer of the oil paints he'd painstakingly prepared.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:53 pm
Might not have been enough to make a sailor blush, but his language certainly made her blush. It took her more than a few minutes to recover from the unexpectedly harsh language. The a few minutes longer not to laugh. Bob Ross and cussing just didn't go together at all. A happy bird or tree seemed to turn into a crow or gnarled branch with that much frustration. Gritting her teeth a moment, she mentally grumbled because now she heard Bob Ross's voice in her head.
Nothing against the man, but painting was not her strong suit and the jerk had made her feel like she could paint. Liar.
He clearly needed her help, in a mood nothing was going to come out right. They had different skills, at least she didn't think he was a photographer but could certainly be wrong, but one thing seemed consistent over mediums. Frustration rarely bore happy fruit.
There was a market for angry, but it hardly seemed at home here. The question was, how to broach the subject. Simply telling him what to do would likely go over like a lead zeppelin, guys were stubborn like that.
Subtle might be better precised. Taking her camera from where it sat slung around her neck, she focused it on what it was her assumption he was painting. Through the lens the subject, landscape it appeared, came into crisp focus. It wasn't what she'd have focused on but seemed to have value to him.
Pulling in the zoom to focus on a particular tree she liked, her cold finger hit the button. The camera may be digital, but it still made a soft shutter click sound. A real camera just wasn't silent, any that were just weren't right.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:59 pm
Click. Mathias knew that sound. He wasn't a photographer, but he knew what a camera sounded like. He was not alone - he'd been so absorbed he hadn't noticed he'd been snuck up on. Stupid! Stupid! It could be anyone! Putting down the palette he turned around swiftly. "The ******** a woman - taking a photo of... then landscape maybe? Good, she wasn't taking a shot of him. He wasn't being stalked.
"Uhm... Hi?" He finally decided to call to her. "I'm not in your way am I? I can move..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 9:18 pm
'Eloquent' she mentally chastised him for the use of language but smiled all the same. Flies with honey verses vinegar mentality. As he knew she was there, there was no harm in stepping forward and greeting him, "Hello"
Shaking her head, she let her camera fall and busied her hands with keeping them warm. Squeezing her fingers together and rubbing palms worked wonders. "Not at all, looking for a few good shots. Trusting another artists' eye, I came to see what you see. How goes the painting?" Horrible and frustrating, but he didn't need to know she had been there that long to hear it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 9:48 pm
Mathias grunted, turning to look at the canvas for a moment. "But to be fair, my mind and heart aren't in it... This isn't the subject I want to paint right now." He laughed dryly.
"But I don't have much of a choice - I've got to get this damn thing done before weeks end so I can get it critiqued and hopefully selected for DCU's Spring Gallery."
"You know, a pair of gloves might serve you better, I've got a spare set in my car if you'd like em." Mathias wasn't usually so generous - but it was cold enough that her hands would probably start to hurt before long and she looked ready to rub her hands raw to keep them warm.
Photography was art as much as painting, she needed her hands uninjured.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:54 pm
Looking first a the canvas, then at the landscape she offered, "May need to change the focus and the lighting." An IT tech might have asked if he turned it off then back on again, would probably have been about as typical a response. It had its merits, even in their different art, there was always something each medium could teach another. Every artist understood what it was like to have a tantrum throwing muse, or worse a run away.
The mention as to why he was putting himself through this was a pleasant surprise. "The Spring Gallery? That is awesome, a great opportunity for any artist. I try to go every year myself, I love to see what another artist sees." Even the landscape in front of them probably looked different between the two of them. Perspective was a gem and talent the rough for certain.
Without realizing it, she had brought her own hands up to rub them together again. It wasn't something she might have thought about until he brought attention to them. Once she was thinking about, she dropped them right away. Embarrassed, she curled her long chilled fingers up retreating her hands into her coat sleeves as much as she could.
"Thank you for the kindness. Not sure who will be out here longer but they will be returned before one of us leaves." Really she needed to find the shots for the client to pick where they wanted their photos taken.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 10:18 pm
"May need to just set it on fire and start over." Mathias said with a small chuckle before shaking his head. "Don't worry about it and walk with me - my car's right over here... I promise I won't push you into the trunk and kidnap you." He made a crossing motion over his heart. "So what brings you out to this God forsaken place in the middle of winter?" Mathias wasn't one to really care about his language, he never had. "Also glad to hear that you're there almost every year - I wish I could say I want the exposure but I'm really just after the cash, I gotta start making money soon or my landlord is gonna have my a**."Seeing as half his rent had kinda... left. He grit his teeth and tried to not think about Cora for a moment. It didn't really work, and he had to bite the inside his cheek to keep himself from losing his cool. Couldn't afford to break down in front of a total stranger.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 2:11 am
"Or put one in there, color and contrast could add interest." Fire was always an element to approve. It was terrifying and dangerous, but Ava still felt that sort of pull towards it. Even just thinking of it, she could almost see it dancing. The cry of the phoenix was internal but no less real.
The next comment she had to chuckle at, almost surprising herself that she had. Being who she was gave her too much confidence, the idea that someone might try to kidnap her honestly didn't even occur. It wasn't like she knew this guy enough and yet never even crossed her mind. "I'll hold you to that." Stepping back a little she waited for him to move towards the vehicle before going anywhere.
"Oh, one of my clients wanted her bridal pictures taken in the park. I am looking for the a couple good spots to take pictures so they can pick. Lighting isn't quite right yet, a little scouting ahead never hurts." It wasn't her favorite season and it was still baffling anyone would want to get married in this weather, but never question a client. "I work for a wedding planner, we have the whole package, including an amateur in house photographer." The last bit of volunteered information was accompanied by her raising her camera with a smile.
Since she had yet to really go to college for it, calling her self a professional just didn't seem warranted. One day she'd get in the magazines without, that would be something to show her mother.
"Starving artist." There was a stereotype for good reason. "There is pretty good money in commissions, I am sure you'll make it." That wasn't exactly an empty platitude. From what little she saw of his work in progress, it wasn't as stretch to assume he had real talent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:23 pm
"Well aren't you the little pyro... Maybe I'm the one who should be worried." Mathias chuckled and shook his head, but it wasn't long before they reached his car, and he walked over to the passenger side, popped over the door and dug around for a moment before snatching up a pair of gloves and tossing them to her. "Keep 'em, I really don't need them." He said to her as he shut the door and started to head back toward the easel. "Ah weddings... ain't love just... ******** grand." He desperately tried to hide the bitterness but there wasn't a think he could do to keep it from seeping into his tone. He was really, really burnt out on sentimentality at the moment - seeing as he was still crying himself to sleep pretty much. They hadn't even really... exploded just... fell apart and that made it so much worse. "Naw, I do find food wise, if I was really desperate I'd get back into the amateur MMA circuit, there's bound to be a tourney coming up again... I'd have to get a sponsor though. It really is more about rent..."He shook her head at the thought of doing commissions. "Painting is a dying art... Unless I did forgeries but ******** that.""That s**t gets you arrested."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 9:32 pm
That caused her to pause a moment before chuckling herself, putting up her hands palms facing out in a gesture of harmlessness, "I have yet to catch anything on fire that wasn't supposed to be." The smile hid the lie. It wasn't really a lie, if it was someone else who did it. Phoenix might have possibly done a thing or two that would worry another, but not Ava. That was the only rationalization.
The smile stuck until it fell to a comfortable neutral expression. She was content to follow the taller male to the car. Standing by the door mirrors, she waited. The gloves flew her way and were caught in midair. Was it a photographer's reflexes to praise for that? Quickly she thanked him and put the gloves on, "Thank you."
Wiggling her cold fingers, she waited for them to warm as she followed him back to his work. Even cold ears could pick up that tone, but rather then pry she instead answered another way, "Someone else's love, sure. It is fun to watch the young bride-to-be with stars in her eyes. The transformation into bridezillia is decidedly less fun." Most of those were tamed, dumped or denied service after awhile. People were crazy. Still, it wasn't all bad, "Its a living, I enjoy it and getting to work on my skills." Or rather, skill.
"MMA is the real wrestling, right? I used to watch one of the big name wrestling entertainment when I was younger." There was a memory of a little 8-year-old learning what she was watching was pretty much a soap opera for guys.
The assessment was one she didn't agree with, "I don't know. I've had clients take photos and have an artist translate them to canvas. Some like the look of paint to photographs." That he didn't want to do anything that would get him arrested was a plus to his character. Given her mother's profession, associating with law breakers is frowned upon. "Have you thought about maybe restoring paints then?" There were always old paintings in need of TLC.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 9:54 pm
"MMA is Mixed Marital Arts... There's a bit of grappling in there, but it's not really like, the entire crux of it. Even if most fights do end once the ground game starts." Mathias smiled weakly at the woman. "Plus it's real - which is why I'm not completely gung-ho about it right this second, I kind of need my fingers to work properly.""Yeah, no, sorry, other people's love is bullshit." He said flatly, shaking his head. "I mean, great you're making money off it and all that - more power to you. But I couldn't put up with that kind of s**t day in and day out. I'd ******** lose it."Yeah - he was still sore. Really sore. Such salt, much pain. "The first one is okay - but it's not like people do that all the time. Patrons like that don't really happen all that often."When she mentioned restoration he hissed between clenched teeth. "I did not double major with Art History - so no."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 2:00 pm
There was a real fight going on in the city, one he didn't know about. The idea of fighting for money when there were sisters and brothers fighting for greater prices left a conflict. No reason to think so heavily to a civilian Rather, she looked down to her hands and the gloves he kindly gave her, "Hardly anything more important to an artist then their hands. Unless you can paint with your feet." Her expression twisted at that statement, like she didn't know what to think of but found it off taste.
It took talent, sure, but it was still painting with someone's feet.
Taken more aback, she felt that if she took a picture right now, the pain he was projecting would show on film. "Someone did a number on you." That wasn't a question. No psychology major, she was hardly an expert. Watching her mother work did give some insight as well as seeing jilted lovers lose in store. Non-refundable meant just that no matter if he ran off with your twin sister. Or brother for that matter.
Ah. For a few moments she stood awkwardly not knowing what else to say. Instead of starting at him waiting for inspiration, her eyes drifted around the park.
Liking a spot over his shoulder she excused herself, "Excuse me." Stepping to the side, she brought her camera up and took a few shots. Adjusting the lens three more shots were taken both landscape and portrait . "I still don't like the light. When it hits just right, then I get the life I am looking for." The fire as she usually called it. No need to add to the pyro reputation. Thinking of his statement bright a small smile.
"Opportunity takes interesting paths." Her own was technically not a photographer, but related enough for her passions.Torvil much assumed xd Sorry for the time it took, harder to pos on days I work.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 7:39 pm
"Nobody did a number on me..." Mathias said, moving over to his easel, taking the canvas down and setting up a new one, which he began to sketch on as he talked. "s**t just... happened. Relationships fall apart and that's what happened to me. We just... imploded one day. We both decided it would be best if we... let it go."He shrugged and sighed. He'd done it again. Only this time it was Cora - not ******** it. He'd go with it. He started to paint again. "Well hopefully you find that sweet spot you're looking for - you're welcome to hang around if you want."
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