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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 12:34:29 GMT -6
"Looks like someone likes to dabble in the arts," she said excitedly diverting most of her attention to staring at the easels and pottery equipment. She didn't create anything herself but she knew what equipment was required.
She walked over to the art equipment so she could look it over in great detail. She wondered what it had been used to make. "May I?" she asked, fingers hovering above a particular easel. It was a quirk of hers. She liked to touch art equipment and try to determine how sturdy it was. She liked to dream about just how capable it was of helping to produce great works of art.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 12:35:39 GMT -6
"Be my guest," he said, slipping his suit coat off just in case, so it wouldn't get dirty while dabbling with that stuff. He walked over and watched what she did.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 12:47:22 GMT -6
She lightly ran her fingers over the easel, tapping it gently in a few places. She crouched near it and moved her head in different directions, trying to properly determine the color in different lighting.
She stood up when she was done with her examination, prattling off what type of wood she believed the easel to be, its estimated age, and how much use she thought it got. She looked to Jack when she was done to see how much she had gotten right.
This didn't really have anything to do with her work and was more of a hobby but equipment was a crucial part of the creative process. She liked trying to figure out what it was made of and how much use it had seen. Yeah, she was odd. But to each their own.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 12:49:01 GMT -6
He shrugged, "You pretty much got all of that right," he told her. He walked up to the easel and picked up a brush, offering it to her, "Want to try your hand?"
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 12:55:31 GMT -6
She smiled, pleased that her assessment had been correct.
She delicately accepted the brush. She was terrible at painting and such but she wasn't embarrassed by her complete lack of skill. And she was rather fond of their equipment. They could do great things in someone else's hands.
"It won't be pleasing," she warned him.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 12:57:29 GMT -6
He stepped behind her and took a light grip of her wrist, "Let me help you," he offered.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 12:59:32 GMT -6
"Okay," she said willingly. She'd certainly like to improve.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 13:03:44 GMT -6
"Alright," he said, guiding her arm, "Here's how you do it."
I know nothing of painting, so I can't say much.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 13:11:02 GMT -6
Jack was a pretty good teacher but Charlotte was a complete novice. With Jack's instruction her work was improved but it wasn't anything particularly pleasing to look at.
(I'm in the same boat. My dad paints as hobby but not me.)
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 13:14:11 GMT -6
He let go of her, "Well, it's something, at least," he said, "I think I could help you some more."
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 13:23:15 GMT -6
She gazed at her work and smiled. "Not that great but much better than usual," she said satisfied. She laughed when he offered to help her more. "You haven't written me off as a lost cause yet?"
She would like to improve but at some level the idea of seriously trying to paint terrified her. She knew she wouldn't ever be able to compare to the great artists. She could be a master thief. She could be one of the best treasure hunters. But art was important to her and it was something she felt she couldn't adequately touch. Her skills just weren't good enough to bring anything positive to the art industry.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 13:24:13 GMT -6
"Of course not," he told her, "If you want to quit, I won't make you try again, but I am willing to teach you, to give you some guidance."
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 13:31:46 GMT -6
"I don't have that much in my apartment but I have an easel and a blank canvass. I wake up every day and I just at look it. And I think about what I'd like to see there."
She tugged a strand of hair nervously and laughed. "It's usually a different thing everyday."
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 13:34:14 GMT -6
"And what did you see last?" he asked, stepping around to stand by the easel, "Do you want to draw it?"
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 13:38:15 GMT -6
She smiled. "I could try but the drawing won't look any better than the painting. See, there's a reason I keep it blank. It always looks much better in my head."
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