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Post by Jared Ellwood on Jul 21, 2011 0:53:45 GMT -5
Was this all really necessary? Jared sighed as he watched as people hurried about and set up the studio with lighting and various sized pedestals. Apparently his carving work was going to be set up in the city studio for the weekend. He hadn't quite agreed to do this but then got conned into the idea that it would be good for charity. How did he manage to be convinced into hosting a gallery at his age? He supposed charity was a good cause. He just didn't sit well with large groups of people.
It wasn't too much longer before crates of various sizes were pulled into white walled room to be unpacked. Jared walked around the room, seeing which of the pieces had been chosen. He didn't want to choose himself, most of the time he gave his creations away as it was so he held no real attachment to any of them. It was interesting the ones that they had picked. One in particular was a full sized horse rearing upon its back legs, that was placed in the middle of the room to be a center piece. He wondered how much that would go for. Hopefully it was enough to give the charity whatever it was they needed.
It wouldn't be long now and they would be open for 'business'.
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Post by terror on Jul 22, 2011 0:04:00 GMT -5
![]() PICTURE COMING SOON[/IMG][/center] Reese found himself wondering the street once again today because he had nothing better to do. As he continued walking down the street in his typical biker attire and black aviators he started to wonder if maybe he should invest in getting a job or something. He hated sitting around all day with nothing to do. At times he found himself wondering if he should pack up his things and try to get into the x-men. They kept themselves busy, right? He wasn’t sure. He just heard war stories from the guy within the brotherhood. He has been on a few side mission but nothing that involved hand to hand combat, which he was craving. Not because of bloodlust, no. He liked the sport of it. Back at home, him and his brother use to wrestle all the time in the backyard. Usually it was the most fun when it was on the trampoline, someone always ended up getting thrown over the side. Reese couldn’t help but smile at his fond memory. He missed his brother dearly but he didn’t want to risk going back home. His father was capable of killing him. Miranda; his little girl, was dead to him. And to top that off, when his father found out about him being a mutant he threw him out in a heart beat and told him to never come back. That was three years ago… but it still feels like yesterday.
When Reese pulled himself from his thoughts he noticed he managed to walk into a alley way without realizing it. Where was he even at? He really needed to pay more attention when he was in deep thought. This is the sixth time this as happened. With a heavy sigh he went to turn away to walk back out to the street but found a man in a hoody blocking his way. This smelled like disaster. “What do you want ugly?” He asked nonchalantly. Three more men seemed to appear from the shadows behind him, blocking him in. “Great” He thought to himself, sticking a hand into his front pocket. “Nice leather jacket. I always wanted me one of those. And those boots, I asked Santa for those last Christmas.” The man in front of him said as he took a few steps closer. “What a shame, looks like he sent them to me instead. Maybe next year. Say, …maybe you shouldn’t have eaten all his cookie there tubby.” He retorted, smirking slyly. “You little brat” Was all he heard when one of the men behind him put him in a head lock. Shit, he forgot all about them. He grabbed the arm with both hands and tried to pull himself out of it, managing to slip his head through.
He stood back up and saw that all four of them were staring at him in shock. Then he realized his glasses were missing off his face. They saw his eyes. “Your one of them freaks arent ya. We have a way of dealing with freaks. COME HERE!!” the ringleader barked but instead Reese took of running, grabbing his glasses off the ground. They tried to all grab him at once but since he was at a full run he slide beneath the one’s legs and quickly got back to his feet, running from out the alley. Where was he going to go? Just give em the slip. Without thinking he ran through oncoming traffic and slide across a taxi’s hood, falling hard on his butt when he slide off. Quickly he picked himself up and rounded a corner before bursting into a door, quickly shutting it behind him and leaned against it. Through heavy breaths he listened. They ran past the door and he let out a relieved sigh. Where was he? All he saw were boxes everywhere and some painting on display. He slowly placed his glasses back on his nose and stepped closer to a painting, examining it.
663: Words
Coming soon: Outfit
Sorry, kinda had muse: Notes
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Jul 22, 2011 0:37:43 GMT -5
Jared's brow arched as he heard the commotion at the front door. It wasn't hard to miss it since the room was dead silent except for the workers that were unloading his work. He watched as the manly dressed woman wandered from the door to the picture as if she belonged there.
Jared turned from what had his attention to walk over to the woman. "I'm afraid the gallery isn't open yet." Then his eyes turned to take a look at the picture she was looking at. "Ah, do you like that one? My sister painted that. I figured if I had to be on display so should someone else." He chuckled some from the entertainment of his own words to himself. "You seem frazzled. What brought you rushing in like that?" Jared could only guess, but in the days of today it was most likely a mutant issue. He understood those all too well. He just happened to be one of the lucky ones that didn't have a power that was obvious. Well, maybe he shouldn't assume such things but it had a high likelihood. And if it was something he could help with, well then he wanted to help. Being rich had its perks didn't it?
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Post by terror on Jul 22, 2011 1:03:53 GMT -5
Reese stood there for a moment and observed the painting in front of him. It was really good. Before, when he was still in school of course, whenever his art teacher tried to get him to paint it turned out horrible. He didn’t have the talent for it, he can’t even draw a stick figure to save is life. Often times his stick people turned into balloons with wavy arms and clown shoes. He smirked at himself as he brought up a hand to the colors on the canvas, running a finger over the details. What was this place? He hoped he didn’t wonder into someone’s home while they were moving in. Would explain the boxes everywhere. Soon enough he heard footsteps approaching from behind and he stood still, ready to bolt out the door if they threatened to call the police. He really didn’t want to have to out run the cops. They are little bit harder to give the slip then common thugs.
"I'm afraid the gallery isn't open yet."
It was a man’s voice and he didn’t sound all that worried that Reese was there. Then he realized what the man had said. Gallery? His eyes looked over the painting again and finally got it. It was a art gallery. Hmm, he has never been to one. That is weird seeing as all the artist tend to come to New York City to kick off their careers. Reese turned some so he could see the man standing behind him but still was ready to bolt at any minute in case something goes wrong. He always seems to be on his toes around new people, in case they turned out to be humans. Humans that didn’t take a liking to his kind. Reese had a hard time trust humans now a days. His own father couldn’t accept him so why would any other human.
"You seem frazzled. What brought you rushing in like that?"
He had noticed his frantic entrance a few second ago and dropped his eyes. “I am sorry for disturbing you while your setting up for your … uh gallery.” He started, pausing for a second. Should he say why he was really running. Na. “A couple of thugs tried to jump me in the alley. They wanted my clothes so I ran. This was the first door I came to.” He gave him a side smirk before shrugging his shoulder.
407: Words
Coming soon: Outfit
...: Notes
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Jul 22, 2011 1:28:37 GMT -5
"Hm...I'm sorry to hear that. New York can be tough on people. If you like you can take a better look around. I really dont expect that much of a turn out, so might as well have someone see it." Jared smiled a charming smile but he was lying, at least partially. He didn't expect anyone 'normal' to see his work. He expected a lot of people, that thought they knew what art was, to be at that gallery tomorrow. But he didn't want to be there and socialize with all of them. He unfortunately was stuck doing that too.
All Jared really wanted to do was sit in his workshop at home and work. It didn't matter if anyone saw it or bought it. Granted it started to get cramped in there after awhile but he still didn't care what other people thought. He just wanted to be left alone to his own thoughts and the work that came from his hands and mind.
Without another work Jared walked away, in guise of telling one of the workers how to set up one of the pieces. He left the strange woman to look about as she would. Though oddly enough curiosity still plagued him, wondering if someone just off the street would actually like what he did.
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Post by Devika Veni on Aug 9, 2011 1:24:46 GMT -5
Devika had herd of an art gallery that was opening up for the day and it was a charity as well, Devika wasn’t huge on art but she felt after everything that had happened in the last little bit she needed to make up for it so she was donating almost all her money she had to charities. Just so she just had enough to survive.
Devika stood out side the Galley weighting for it to open in she was wherein her nicest outfit that wasn’t a Sari there where a lot of people hear that out classed her she didn’t look like she belonged really when the other woman where wherein lots of jewels and dresses that looked like they came right out the runway, Devika wore a simple blue dress that had a similar destine to a sari her hair was done up a simple necklace was around her neck and her bendi (the red jewel on the forehead on Indian woman ) was on.
Once the doors opened Devika walked in with out saying a word she looked around at the art work as others talked about the lines on the artwork and how the artist must have been feeling Devika was just enjoying the work not really taking much meaning into it , it was not up to her to say what the artist was thinking.
Devika made her way to the center of the room and looked at the statue in the center tilting her head a little a pamphlet in her hands about the charity that the money was going to.
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Aug 9, 2011 1:34:35 GMT -5
Jared couldn't believe how many people actually showed up. He really hoped it would have been a more low key gallery opening. Unfortunately it seemed his family name could never do anything low key. He grumbled to himself as he walked through the gallery. He had to make himself 'available' for anyone that wished to speak with him about his work.
He overheard a few conversations about what people thought of his work and what he was thinking when he did it. That always made him laugh. How did they know what he thought while he carved that? But he moved on without prying and correcting them. He really didn't want to draw attention to himself. Which was why he wore a simple set of black slacks and a button up white shirt. The shirt wasn't quite tucked in and his hair was slightly on the sloppy side, but still had a ruggedly handsome look to it. Once of those effects that he couldn't create if he had tried.
Suddenly he noticed something that was out of place. One woman staring up at the large rearing horse centerpiece. She didn't look like everyone else here and that in itself was intriguing. Jared slowly walked up next to Devika without a word, though he tried his best to at least be noticable so he wouldn't startle her before he spoke. "What do you think of this one?" He did like to hear what people thought of his work, he just didn't like the way they over analyzed it.
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Post by Devika Veni on Aug 9, 2011 1:56:41 GMT -5
Devika was about to turn and leave this artwork when a man stood next to her and asked her what she felt about it. Devika blinked a few times at the man she didn’t reunize him as the artiest she figured the artist would want to talk to someone else who looked like they had more money in there pocket then her.
“I…like it…but to tell the truth this piece isn’t my style…to big” she said her accent was thick but understand able as she spoke “ The artist you can tell has a lot of skill I can’t imagine what it would take to make a peace this big and only have it stand on to legs who it is…..” She looked up at it again. “I’m sure he spent a lot of time on this work to make sure it didn’t fall…This peace belongs somewhere where it has lots of room…my parents home maybe….or somewhere…o whats the word….spacey….no umm…lost of room around it…you know what I mean right” Devika blushed a little knowing that spacey was not the right word for what she was trying to say but hopefully he got what she ment “
In truth the hoarse reminded her of some of her “babies” on the size she would buy it right then if it had wings or a horn on the top Devika always being one for faction over reality. “and you what do you think of it…”
If Devika would of known this was the artiest standing next to her she would of said something different that she loved it and that she was going to buy it even thought she knew with it being in the center of the room most people where eyeing it and she wouldn’t of asked him what he thought .
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Aug 9, 2011 2:08:21 GMT -5
He couldn't help but to smile at the way she spoke about the horse. It was interesting to hear someone actually refer to the art on its own merit than what they decided it was.
"It does have a bit of a spirit to it, doesn't it? A large area would do it good." He nodded in agreement with her. Of course he figured he probably carved the thing as a representation of how he felt inside. A wild creature being trapped. Not that he was all that wild. Pretty tame in fact. But the hustle and bustle of the family business and everything, well it made him feel like he was locked in a cage at times.
"I think its a tad crooked on the left leg." He chuckled softly. The comment might have given him away as the artist but he didn't care. He couldn't help but to be critical of his own work. He almost didn't want to put it up in the gallery in the first place. It wasn't...good enough in his own mind. But the curator had begged him to bring it in. Part of him hoped it wouldn't sell, but if it did..at least it was going to a good cause.
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Post by Devika Veni on Aug 9, 2011 2:23:45 GMT -5
She smiled a little when he said that it had a spirit he was right she guessed but most things that people loved had a spirit about them, and a large area whould do this thing more then good she wondered where it end up she hoped with some body who had the brains to realize that it did not belong in a gallery or in a study but maybe a large foyer or out side somewhere.
When he said it was tad crooked on the left leg Devika tried to hide the fact that she rolled her eyes just then great he looked at every detail of a peace and judged it that way what did he expect for the artist to be perfect in everything they do the only one who should look at art that way is the artist themselves “It may be what was the word you used….crooked…yes but what do you expect it to be perfect even animals are not perfect having there faults, and I should know I work with them a lot there no such thing as perfect you can get close but there always one thing that makes it slightly off…I guess that one of the lovely things about art….and life” she wasn’t mad when she said it infact it came out rather calm considering it was a strong option.
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Aug 9, 2011 2:37:19 GMT -5
Yes, nature wasn't perfect. And while he agreed with that, the leg still bothered him. It would always bother him. While other people didn't really notice it, it stuck out like a sore thumb to him. Like a neon sign that perpetually pointed to that leg. There was little he could do to fix it. He could carve another, cut the leg off and attach the new one. But then that would ruin it even more wouldn't it? The horse had been skillfully made of only one piece of wood, buffed then polished to bring out the unique lines of the wood. He had been lucky to find the large tree that had fallen in the woods.
"You make a good point, Miss?" He smiled as he asked for her name. He offered her hand to her for a handshake if she so decided to indulge the gesture. "I'm Jared Ellwood." He waited for her to realize what that meant. His name was plastered everywhere so he would be surprised if she hadn't noticed it.
He looked back to the horse with silence for a moment before he spoke again, "I'm just glad I was able to create something out of the 'ashes' of such a great life." He was of course referring to the tree he had carved the horse from.
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Post by Devika Veni on Aug 9, 2011 2:55:15 GMT -5
Did he say Jared Ellwood he had to be kidding her there was no way this charming man who wasn’t even in a suite and tie was Mr. Ellwood she shook his hand for a moment before she spoke almost forgetting her name “De…de..Devi…Veni Aapsey milkar khushi hue” crap Devika bad habit of speaking in everything but what she needed to speak in at the moment just showed up like it normally did when she was nervous about something or scared. “I mean” Devika paused this wasn’t the sareyist moment of her life she didn’t need to panic “Nice…to…meet…you” she smiled at him.
When he turned to the hourse again and looked at it she looked at it with him she smiled when she said create something out of ashes her nervousness disappearing she guessed it helped that he already knew her true felling for the work “its like a phoenix…you know it is born form the ashes of the one before…the tree you took the peace form had life but now it is something new and as you said before has a spirt again.” Devika looked at him not knowing if he’d get it, Devika was odd and new just a little to much about fiction.
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Aug 9, 2011 3:16:54 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you Devi." He turned to look to her with a gentle smile again before he looked back to the horse and listened to her words.
Her words made him chuckle slightly, not because he found what she said to be funny but that it was so true. "Perhaps I should have carved a phoenix instead." He smirked to her. "Have you seen anything else? I wouldn't mind hearing your input. You seem to actually understand the true essense of the piece more than these art jockies." He tilted his head slightly to gesture to the other people in the room as a reference for his 'art jockey' comment.
He took the liberty to start walking away from the horse, mainly to lead the way to another one. Not too far away, sitting on a pedestal, was a smaller piece. This one while also carved from wood had a more sad aura to it. While mythical in nature, the gryphon that had been carved seemed to be nursing a broken wing. The creature was laying down like a lazy big cat, while the bird head was craned over in careful inspection of the injured limb. It's beak was even embedded into the feathers slightly in its inspection. The wood piece was only about the size of a beach ball, but every detail was painstakenly carved into the wood. Every feather purposefully carved and differentiated from another, even the fur of the creature's body had been etched carefully for texture.
Even now he wasn't quite sure what had brought him to carve this particular piece. "What about this one?" He looked to Devika with curiosity, wondering more if she would appreciate it more or not.
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Post by Devika Veni on Aug 9, 2011 3:39:25 GMT -5
“but phoenix are” she stopped her self she was about to say rarely that big but she quickly corrected herself she didn’t need to maker herself sound like she believed in such beast. “Rarely known most people would not get the meaning of it and think it was a giant bird on fire and there always time to do another” she smiled when he said that she was more enjoyable to talk to then the art jockies Devika looked at who he pointed to and gave a small laugh, glade to know that she wasn’t the only one that felt that they where full of bull crap.
As they walked to the next piece Devika let him lead the way when he took her to a another carving devika looked at the detail on the peace, sadly it was a scene she’d seen to many times Devika loved gryphon’s and road on them in fights all the time and because of that they break there wings all the time. Devika wasn’t smiling when she saw the piece but it spoke to her a lot more then the horse did, she didn’t know what to say about it for a long time as she took in the piece “it’s amazing how such a small piece can have….more to say then the larger one…the detell on it is amazing…makes me want to reach out and touch it…as for a place I think this one needs a home that is by its self as well….but not in as big as an area on a mantel or sitting on a coffee table…alone to add to the piece…” Devika looked at him “and do I dare ask you what you think about it or what may of impaired it…a picture or something its not like you can find one of these lovely ceachers flying around all the time ”
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Post by Jared Ellwood on Aug 9, 2011 3:57:34 GMT -5
He stared at the piece for a long moment himself. In most of the cases of the gallery, these had been carvings he had in storage for ages. Stashed away in his workshop until he found a place to put it or someone to give it to. He could only imagine that he wasn't in the best of places when he was concentrating on this poor creature.
"This may seem...silly. But when I work I pour whatever it is in my soul at that moment of time into it. Each piece here is a moment of my life." He sighed slightly and gave a shrug. "And honestly I can't even remember what caused this. Guessing it must have been in my younger more angsty years." He chuckled a bit again, he really hated being the doom and gloom in a room. Doom and gloom by yourself was perfectly fine, but in company that was just rude.
"I'm not really sure what to think about this one. I haven't seen it in such a long time. There may not be a creature like this for a reference, but the animals that make it up are still around. I probably had pictures of birds and big cats all over my work bench." It had just been something that popped into his head one day. An idea that just had to be created. That enertained smirk came upon his lips again as if he was the only one that knew a joke that was just told. "If you can't capture the true essense of the creature, its not worth wasting the materials to try."
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