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Oct 26, 2018 17:04:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2018 17:04:38 GMT -7
Cassandra sat outside of a cafe in her native Paris, France. The tables set out in a line so that the chairs all faced towards the street. The experience of sitting and watching the foot traffic of her native people, along with tourists in their loud cloths, their cameras strapped around their necks and their backpacks and bags filled with money and souvenirs. She sipped her extra cream moca and set the cup down on the saucer that it arrived on, sitting next to a half eaten delectable pastry. She crossed her legs, a medium size sketchbook sitting on her lap. She took this time to quickly sketch the passers by, with their different shapes and sizes, some moving quickly, some moving fast. But then she noticed someone taking their time. This person had stopped to look into some shop windows near the cafe, and definitely struck her fancy. She started to quickly sketch the person, unsure if they were a tourist or not, but she sketched their face and then started to shade and refine the lines. She paused her drawing to take yet another sip of her sweet drink, and that was when she was approached.
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Oct 29, 2018 3:56:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2018 3:56:42 GMT -7
It was a quick, last minute trip she'd decided to take to Paris on a whim because she wanted to. She was going to return home tomorrow because she had work but today, this Sunday, she was going to enjoy in the beautiful city she'd visited plenty of times before. Of course, then she'd either been with her mother or father, for one of her mother's movies or for the occasional family trip when mother wasn't busy making movies. Now, she was able to make the trip alone and she honestly didn't mind traveling by herself. One of the perks of doing so was being able to choose what she wanted to do next without anyone telling her no. Walking along she spotted a quaint cafe with outdoor seating that she chose to step into. After ordering a pastry and something to drink she stepped outside and took a seat where she could still view the sidewalk. It was nice outside, not too cold just yet but just cold enough that she donned a scarf with the skirt and blouse combination she was wearing. She looked around the other patrons of the shop and spotted a women with a sketch pad in front of her. Every now and then she would look up intently before looking back down as he pencil moved across the page. Liona sat up in her chair just enough to peek over the woman's shoulder and she saw that the woman was drawing people, possibly those that were walking past the little cafe. She had to think about it momentarily, what she wanted to say because her French was not as perfect as she liked it to be, though definitely far from broken. "Do you do that often? Draw people I mean?" she asked, a curious yet casual tone in her voice.
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Nov 2, 2018 11:47:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2018 11:47:52 GMT -7
Drawing people as they pass was not a new thing to Cassandra, neither was having random cafe goers peering over her shoulder to see her drawings. By this time, Cassandra had just about filled the page that she was on, most were quick sketches, while few seemed to have more shading and a variation of line. This was when someone started to speak to her. She looked up to see a beautiful young woman sitting not far from where she was. ”Oui,” she stated in her native tongue. ”I find people so interesting, everyone one a different shape and with their own individual look” She sated again in French, ”do you draw?” she asked, taking a sip of her now warm drink.
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Nov 6, 2018 2:04:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2018 2:04:43 GMT -7
The drawings were well done, though she didn’t expect anything less than good because the woman was casually sitting in the cafe performing the deed. Liona had to admit, she actually found it a bit rude for people to draw others without them knowing and especially without their consent. Part of her wanted to impart her opinion when she confirmed that was exactly what she was doing. She proceeded to explain that she liked everyone’s individual look. Liona took a peek at the drawing in her lap. Some of the pictures were more detailed than others and she wondered for a moment if that was because she liked them more than the others or if it was simply because those drawn with less detail had moved faster. "Oh no," she shook her head and responded in French when asked if she drew, "I indulge in other forms of the arts. Drawing was never one of my skills. How long have you been drawing though?" She liked drawing fashionable items but people had always been difficult for her. She never made a habit out of drawing fashion anyway because she liked to see it in person. "Have you ever shared your drawings with one that you’ve drawn passing by? How have they reacted?" she asked out of curiosity. Liona wondered if she’d ever gotten a bad reaction to drawing someone who didn’t want to be drawn.
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Nov 11, 2018 11:51:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 11:51:08 GMT -7
The simple act of drawing bystanders was for the entire purpose of practice. These drawings had no intention of going anywhere. She may, later, use a similar clothing style, or body shape, or even expression that she draws in these practices in one of her final pieces. But the entire act of drawing now was entirely for practice. Even if one of these sketches inspired her later, her final drawing would, in no way, resemble the actual person. This lead Cassandra to feel absolutely no guilt over drawing random people without their consent. ”I have been drawing most of my life.” she vaguely answered ”What other form of art do you do, if not drawing?” She asked, turning the conversation from herself back to the girl she was talking to.
The girl then asked her if she had ever showed one of her sketches to the person she had drawn. She stared for a moment before answering ”Why would I do that? This is only practices. None of these will ever be finished. They are left as they are. They may inspire later pieces, but never on their own.” The only people who saw these, were the people who looked over her shoulder as she drew them. As a matter of fact, this entire sketch book that she had with her, was not intended to be shown to anyone.
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Nov 12, 2018 2:31:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 2:31:34 GMT -7
Though the answer the woman gave was relatively vague, it was enough information for Liona to glean that she had to have worked hard to get to the skill level she was currently displaying. And she was impressed with the work she’d done. The woman abruptly turned the focus of the conversation back on to her, and it wasn’t as if Liona minded. She was just more curious about the woman than she wanted to talk about herself. "I play viola. For most of my life. What about you? Is drawing the only art form you perform? Is it the one you favor?" She didn’t mind if this conversation became a battle of wills. Or maybe the woman just didn’t like to talk about herself like most other people did. It didn’t seem to matter; when Liona became curious she couldn’t be stopped. The woman seemed to stare at her before giving her an explanation of the drawings she sketched of others. It was an over explanation, one she didn’t understand because she suddenly became so talkative. "Because, even if they are only practice, they are really good and I know people will enjoy them." Her words were spoken to sound as if there was a shrug in there somewhere though she didn’t physically move. Either way she said them plainly, as if the answer was obvious. The waiter chose then to arrive with the things she’d ordered and she took a sip of the warm drink. "Unless of course, you practice art just for yourself. I do not believe anything to be wrong with that but I guess more often than not people like to make others happy with their art." She kept her words as simple in French as possible; there was less of a chance she would say something incorrectly that way.
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Nov 24, 2018 20:52:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2018 20:52:14 GMT -7
Art was a beautiful thing. Many people had what could be called “natural talent”, Cassandra could be considered one of these people. While there are others who work significantly harder at getting better. But for both groups, practice was key. You had to practice what you wanted to draw, and do it again and again until it was perfect, which in the eyes of the artist seemed to be an unreachable goal. For while something appeared amazing and “perfect” to the audience, was nitpicked to death by the creator of the piece of art. Cassandra knew exactly which instrument the girl had mentioned. She had spent lots of her childhood in orchestra pits with her father ”That’s fascinating.” but the woman swiftly brought the conversation back to her. She didn’t like that as much, but she would answer what she was asked. ”I can dance, quite well actually, but I don't perform in front of others.” she had to for the dance classes she took in the past. ”Art is my true passion” She did have quite an opinion about drawing others, when it came to sketching. Had she drawn and painted models. Of course she had. It was a requirement for her studies. Did the models see these pieces. Sometimes.
The woman seemed to get on a roll of some sorts. She really had an opinion about this, didn’t she? Cassandra really liked that one she was talking to really enjoyed her sketches. Some were meer doodles really. She took a moment to take a sip of her now cooling drink as the waiter brought the woman's order out. ”You seem quite opinionated.” she first observed, ”I make art to be seen, but my practice is just that. You wouldn’t perform a new, possibly complex piece that you had never seen before, would you?” She knew how instrumental performances went. Though she had never done it herself. Her father would practice and practice until his hands were sore and his muscles knew the piece without the sheet music. All before the first curtain call.
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Nov 30, 2018 13:54:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 13:54:44 GMT -7
Listening intently while still enjoying the pastry in front of her, Liona deciphered the meaning behind her words, translating to make sure that she understood what she was saying correctly. She was fascinated by the fact that Lion had played viola and while the dark haired girl smiled outwardly, she mentally shrugged. She loved playing viola but she didn't think it was that big of a deal because most people around her played some form of instrument. It was how you became more interesting, more cultured. More refined. The artistic woman then responded that she danced well but she didn't perform in front of others. She didn't know the woman but she did believe her when she replied that art was her passion. While Liona liked art, it was something she had never imagined pursing it as something more than just a hobby or something she discussed with others. She nodded in understanding and took another bite of the warm pastry.
Liona had to think for a minute what the woman muttered first in French, the translation not coming to her right away. When she realized what she'd said she couldn't help the smirk that came to her face. Everyone had opinions but not everyone had the courage to share them. Was she getting annoyed by her line of questioning? Liona exhaled in a chuckle as the woman continued. Her explanation was, once again, wordier than she expected. Not to mention the things she compared weren't quite the same. "No, I wouldn't perform a complex piece that I had never seen before in front of others," she took a moment, pausing after her words to take another sip of her warm drink before sitting it down and continuing, "If I was performing someone else's piece, however, I wouldn't mind showing it to them and asking for their opinion if I had the chance." Not until she'd gotten the piece down as best as she could though. And she'd do it with the expectation of being praised for the performance. "If not any of your practice pieces, where can I view your finished works?" she asked then, tilting her head curiously and crossing her arms on the table in front of her. She was enjoying dissecting the woman; if her work was good she might think purchasing a piece or two.
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Dec 20, 2018 9:59:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 9:59:39 GMT -7
The girl smiled at Cassandra’s comment about how she was fascinated that the girl played the Viola, but she could see that her heart wasn’t fully in it. She understood that. If it was something that you did on a regular basis, or you were surrounded by the thing, it became blasé. As the woman took a bite of her pastry, the artist took a sip of her cooling down drink. It was just about empty, but she didn’t mind.
Cassandra watched the girl after she spoke. They had been speaking in French, was that not the girls first language? She had been doing well, so well that the French woman didn’t notice. But now the woman was taking time to think, probably translate, what she had said. When it finally came, she saw the woman smirk. Cassandra smiled at the woman’s response that she wouldn’t perform without practice. That was her point exactly. You had to practice somehow. This was how she chose to practice. But then the woman continued. Cassandra smiled a charming smile. ”Then I guess we must come to the realization that this is one thing we will not agree on.” She then took a sip of her now cooled drink. ”So, do you perform professionally anywhere.” She finally stated, changing the subject once again.
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Dec 24, 2018 4:06:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 4:06:21 GMT -7
Liona’s face lit up with pure amusement at the smile that came to the girl’s face, as well as her words. She looked to be attempting politeness but she felt as if she could read a note of something more akin to annoyance. At the very least, the words had come from her before in one situation or another and could be taken that way. Full of annoyance. The woman also then proceeded to ignore her question regarding her art. She could accept that, only barely and only for the moment, and with a sip of her own warm drink she smirked into her cup. "No, nothing professional," she commented as she set her cup upon the table once again. "My music is usually for myself or for the entertainment of others at one gathering or another." She would perform at parties her mother and father held at their request so that she could show off her talent. It always went over well; she received plenty of compliments, whether they were covers for snarky comments or not. She really enjoyed playing for herself, for relaxation. "Do you display your art in a gallery anywhere?" she tried once again, seizing the opportunity and still smiling politely.
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Dec 29, 2018 10:35:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 10:35:13 GMT -7
The woman continued to sip her warm drink. It was a shame that the girl didn’t perform professionally. If it was something that you loved, you should do it all the time. And if you were good enough, being paid to do it was the best. Cassandra knew that all too well. ”Shame” she simply said to the woman's response to her question. She shrugged at the comment that she only performed at small gatherings. It did seem fair that the woman preached to her that she should share her art, while she, herself, seemed to rarely do. Cassandra stopped to think about her latest question. ”Most of my work is found in Ireland, but I am currently working on an exhibit to in a small gallery just around the corner.” She worked at the Phoenix Theater full time. But, being the girl that she is, she wasn’t going to tell the woman that.
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Jan 3, 2019 1:37:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 1:37:49 GMT -7
Liona smirked at her comment. She wondered why the woman thought it was a shame that she didn’t perform professionally. Possibly because she thought art was meant to be shared? Maybe not quite considering she didn’t think it best to share the pictures she drew of others to those people she drew. I was no matter; she would continue to enjoy playing music just for herself and for showing off in front of others. And if an opportunity ever came along that she deemed worthy enough to abandon her work and pursue music? Well, she didn’t really think anything would come along like that. Music was a hobby and a tool. Nothing more. Liona listened with keen interest to her explanation of where her art could be viewed. Was she based out of Ireland? That didn’t matter much. What did matter was that apparently she was working on an exhibit that was near there. "And when does it open? I would love to view your finished works. That is if you do not mind, of course," There was a bit of a teasing smile on her face as she lifted her drink once again to take a sip. She wondered what medium she would see most in the gallery. Would they all be hand drawn? Would they be paintings? She was interested in seeing how talented the woman truly was.
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Jan 18, 2019 18:26:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 18:26:12 GMT -7
Cassandra had grown up with a musician and a dancer as parents. Creativity was what she had grown up with, her entire life. She contemplated the woman's next question. ”Not until mid spring.” She smiled ”I don’t mind you seeing that at all.” Many people went to art shows to simply view the artwork, but there were a select few who enjoyed going to purchase the artists work. The latter was much more appreciated, but Cassandra had a steady job, so it didn’t matter much to her either way. Cassandra noticed the teasing smile, but she chose to ignore it. She still had some work that needed to be done for it, but there was plenty of time.
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Mar 7, 2019 8:52:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 8:52:39 GMT -7
"Alright then," she began with a tilt of her head, "I will put it in my calendar then, Miss…?" She extended the word as a question, realizing that she never caught the woman’s name. She needed to know if she wanted to attend the showing, after all. And if she was going to see her again at the show. There were artists who didn’t attend their exhibits at all and there were some who only attended the opening day of the exhibition. She wondered which she would be. She wondered further how many, if any, shows she had done in her time of creating. She had mentioned the show casually so Liona couldn’t imagine it was a first for her. She looked forward to seeing the works though, especially if they were as entertaining as their conversation had been. Liona took another bite of her pastry and set it down. She was pretty much done with it and her drink was getting cold with the breeze and she knew that if she were to look at her watch, it would tell her that it was nearing time for her appointment with one of her mother’s favorite boutiques. She would need to get a move on it soon.
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Mar 8, 2019 19:28:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2019 19:28:46 GMT -7
Cassandra smiled at the woman as she casually asked for her name. She was not the type of girl to give that information out freely. She didn't like talking about herself, she would much prefer to talk about the person she was talking too. But it was fun to talk about her art, and much different than talking about herself. It was true that Art was often used as an extension of the artist. But weather or not the artist did that, viewers always tended to put their own spin on the art, even if their thoughts were not the artists intent. "Iris Dra" she stated. It wasn't her real name, but it was how she signed her art, and the name that her show was going to be under. She hadn't told the woman the name of the exhibit hall, or the dates that her art would be exhibited. But if the woman truly wanted to see her show, Cassandra was not going to be one to stop her from showing up. After all, it was one of the ways that she made money. And money was needed to buy new art supplies. This show was murdering her oil paints for sure. And good quality paints were ridiculously expensive. Especially in on of the art capitals of the world. "And I seem to have missed getting your name." She bluntly stated as she notice the woman seemingly done with what she had purchased at the cafe, and Cassandra had decided that she was done as well. It seemed like their time together was coming to an end.
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