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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 15:42:16 GMT -6
It was surprising to Charlotte how long she lingered on each individual detail for Hermes. She of course never believed Hermes had ever existed outside of mythology but he was a deity she had none-the-less absolute respect for. She wouldn't be able to depict him well enough. But she hoped to at least capture his essence, some shadow of how she viewed his radiance in her mind.
He was walking freely without concern. So his clothes should reflect that freedom of movement. He wasn't a deity that cared about his clothes being in the proper place. She determined what time of day it was in her sketch so she could work on the shadows for Hermes.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 15:48:20 GMT -6
As Jack observed, he felt a little odd. She seemed to be putting a lot of effort into this, was this something really important to her?
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:00:13 GMT -6
Charlotte paused for a moment, wondering why she was putting so much effort into this. No matter how hard she tried it wasn't like the Hermes on paper would be anything like the one in her head. Still, this stubborn piece of her mind kept telling her that maybe she could capture the essence even if the image itself was no where near as good.
She had been playing with the clothes for a while. But something wasn't right. Hmm...Too clean. He was herding cows. There should be some sort of dirt splotches on some parts of them. Because Hermes just didn't care. She added them.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 16:03:12 GMT -6
He moved from his spot and moved to her side, not saying a word, just getting a closer look. He hoped his presence wasn't going to be a distraction to her. He just wanted a better view of this.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:08:07 GMT -6
She was more or less aware that Jack had come up behind her but she knew what her skills were and it didn't bother her if others saw them, even if they weren't the best.
The important part was trying to capture Hermes' essence. The clothes were coming along well but the dirt splotches looked too even. She tried to play with them so they looked more natural like his clothes had simply been dragged across the ground in some places. And she fiddled with some lines so the clothes looked looser. He definitely wouldn't be one to wear them tight. Carefree spirit. The mischievous trickster god, boundary crosser, finder of ways.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 16:13:25 GMT -6
He watched a little longer, and then left her to look at his own easel. No, not yet. He left that and went into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine and pouring himself a glass. He'd have offered her one, but she was working. He'd wait before he offered. He returned to his easel and observed once more.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:16:57 GMT -6
She was finally about as satisfied as she could be with Hermes' clothes. She was terrified but she started working on his expression. There was no way she'd be able to get this right. His eyes needed to reflect joy almost playful in its innocence even as he was stealing. Mischievousness. Confidence. Eagerness. Determination. And above everything else just wonder and excitement about what the world had to offer. This was just his first day alive and yet he already had plans, goals, and ambitions. How could she possibly capture all that?
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 16:19:47 GMT -6
He finally decided to ask her, "Do you need any help?" He didn't want to, he wanted her to do this alone, but it looked like she might need some advice, some help of some sort, something.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:26:09 GMT -6
She took a deep breath. She wanted to tell him that she couldn't do this, that she'd just completely destroy and shame the vision in her head. And even if she wanted to continue she didn't even know what questions to ask. She was a complete novice.
But she was almost done and the nagging voice in her head still wanted her to attempt to capture Hermes' essence. It would be wrong to leave it unfinished.
She had a crazy idea. "Jack, Treasure Hunting," she said without any explanation carefully watching his expression. Treasure Hunting was Charlotte's dream and ambition. Her joy. Her work. Her reason for existing. She brightened any time the phrase was uttered. If she could see what his eyes looked like when she said them, maybe it would help.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 16:31:30 GMT -6
There was a spark, but also confusion tinged with it. Some sorrow, thinking of his father, and the life he had been abandoned to with just his mother. "What about it?" he asked.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:35:47 GMT -6
She didn't respond but went back to her sketch. It was very different from her look but there was still that spark. That spark was important. It was supposed to be the dominating emotion in Hermes' eyes. The rest were important but could be overlooked in terms of the radiance of that spark.
"Inspiration," she finally murmurred as she tried to capture that spark in her work.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 16:37:16 GMT -6
He didn't ask, he just went to his easel and opened up his paints. He looked over at her work, and took up a brush, beginning to apply paint to the canvas.
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 16:40:45 GMT -6
Okay good. There was the spark but it wasn't enough. She tried to bleed the other emotions into it while still keeping the spark as the focus. Yeah...This was going to be tricky.
"Jack, does treasure hunting make you sad?" she asked as she tried to figure out how to properly integrate all the emotions in Hermes' eyes.
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Post by Jack Drake on Oct 2, 2013 18:04:07 GMT -6
"No, I don't know...," he said, "It's a complex question to me."
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Post by Charlotte Carlisle on Oct 2, 2013 18:09:24 GMT -6
"I have time. Explain it to me." Yeah...She'd definitely need a lot of time to do what she wanted with these eyes. She started erasing.
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