[ she follows him, standing a few steps behind his shoulder to look at the painting that has caught his attention, folding her hands behind her back. ]
Yes, their natural state. It's really nice. I sometimes think they're the prettiest or handsomest like that.
I used to prefer particular poses. An idealized form, if you will. But now...
[ He's found ways of being intimate with people that he'd never experienced before, seen parts of them they've never shown anyone else. He feels like his understanding may be changing. ]
I think I would be interested in exploring a more naturalistic approach.
Oh, I see. [ given what she does know about him, from their few exchanges, that makes a bit of sense. she can't imagine herself asking anyone to hold a pose, though; her own methods are fast and loose for the most part.
playfully she nudges his arm with her elbow before moving onto the next painting, offering over her shoulder, ] I'm happy to pose.
[ she is, admittedly, nervous to practice in front of another artist, especially after all that with the offered gallery placement and her own uncertainty over her own work. but! this is as good a place to start as any. and she can't say she minds him company at all.
without thinking, she steps in to loop her arm through his for closer camaraderie and steps in front of another piece – a sculpture with moving parts and flashing lights, meant to simulate veins in a body. ] What do you think?
[ The light physical affection seems to take him by surprise. Yusuke lets out a soft gasp when she starts leading him along, but his face softens into a smile at once. Only to harden again, as he considers the sculpture with a hand on his chin. ]
I think it's fun! I mean, nothing I'd have on display in my house but installations can be cool. It's kind of busy here with the other paintings around though. Maybe if it was in a room by itself...
[ she tilts her haad to one side, watching as the light pulses sthrough the 'veins' of the body. ] Ah, the heartbeat, [ she murmurs, pointing to the stoplight in the 'chest' cavity of the box. ]
[ Yusuke is more of a traditionalist. He's still young and learning and branching out, finding new inspiration from this world and the people inside it...but it just looks like flashing lights. ]
Maybe it doesn't mean anything deeper than this being how the artist visualizes our hearts and our veins. Like, being electric, powering the rest of the body.
[ ivy shrugs, never thinking too deeply about these things. ] Maybe it's okay to make art that looks beautiful.
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Yes, their natural state. It's really nice. I sometimes think they're the prettiest or handsomest like that.
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[ He's found ways of being intimate with people that he'd never experienced before, seen parts of them they've never shown anyone else. He feels like his understanding may be changing. ]
I think I would be interested in exploring a more naturalistic approach.
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playfully she nudges his arm with her elbow before moving onto the next painting, offering over her shoulder, ] I'm happy to pose.
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If you would like. It should be interesting for me to be on the other end of things.
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[ she is, admittedly, nervous to practice in front of another artist, especially after all that with the offered gallery placement and her own uncertainty over her own work. but! this is as good a place to start as any. and she can't say she minds him company at all.
without thinking, she steps in to loop her arm through his for closer camaraderie and steps in front of another piece – a sculpture with moving parts and flashing lights, meant to simulate veins in a body. ] What do you think?
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I find it...garish.
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I think it's fun! I mean, nothing I'd have on display in my house but installations can be cool. It's kind of busy here with the other paintings around though. Maybe if it was in a room by itself...
[ she tilts her haad to one side, watching as the light pulses sthrough the 'veins' of the body. ] Ah, the heartbeat, [ she murmurs, pointing to the stoplight in the 'chest' cavity of the box. ]
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What does it mean?
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[ ivy shrugs, never thinking too deeply about these things. ] Maybe it's okay to make art that looks beautiful.
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I remain unmoved.
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[ she nudges him again. ] Maybe go back to that one later.