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poly_chromatic2012-12-02 04:32 pm
dignity_misery) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-12-02 04:32 pm
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043 x 340 // video
[She was quiet last month, wasn't she. Well, she's decided to show her face today. She's perched on a chair with a very fluffy puppy in her lap. Peanut nibbles at her fingers as she wiggles them absentmindedly in front of his nose. She's staring at something, which she does eventually pick up the camera in order to share.
She turns the view onto a a large and haphazard stack of canvases that are dominating her one-room flat. There are a few pieces fully in view, expressive of disparate moods. 1, 2, 3, 4.
The piece sitting on the easel itself is a portrait of a man that only two people in this city would recognize, besides her. She had told one of them, once, that she preferred it that way. To keep the ghost buried. But she seems to have changed her mind about that, or maybe she's just resigned herself to something because in the corner where a signature might have otherwise gone are the words 'never gone.' (Before Carla says anything, Peanut gives a few trilling little sounds, rolling out of her lap and thumping to the floor. She sighs and picks him back up.)]
So... what do I do with these now?
[It was a flaw in her plan, really. She likes the sense of productivity when she's painting, but... she can't say she likes looking over her work. She'd never painted anything of her own, before the City. Counterfeiters didn't make profit on their creative efforts. Now she can see her own thoughts in colors and angles.]
Maybe a bonfire...
She turns the view onto a a large and haphazard stack of canvases that are dominating her one-room flat. There are a few pieces fully in view, expressive of disparate moods. 1, 2, 3, 4.
The piece sitting on the easel itself is a portrait of a man that only two people in this city would recognize, besides her. She had told one of them, once, that she preferred it that way. To keep the ghost buried. But she seems to have changed her mind about that, or maybe she's just resigned herself to something because in the corner where a signature might have otherwise gone are the words 'never gone.' (Before Carla says anything, Peanut gives a few trilling little sounds, rolling out of her lap and thumping to the floor. She sighs and picks him back up.)]
So... what do I do with these now?
[It was a flaw in her plan, really. She likes the sense of productivity when she's painting, but... she can't say she likes looking over her work. She'd never painted anything of her own, before the City. Counterfeiters didn't make profit on their creative efforts. Now she can see her own thoughts in colors and angles.]
Maybe a bonfire...
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