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Post by Dahlia on Feb 4, 2024 2:14:44 GMT
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The setting for today was a nice candlelit art studio, large open windows with the curtains drawn back to reveal the second story night sky. The stars were so bright and visible these days as light pollution had been largely cut back, sometimes due to a lack of power but usually because there were just so few people around now. Sometimes the end of the world had it's small perks.
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Dahlia sat in a reasonably comfortable backed stool with a small serving table next to her and slightly out of the way. Atop her table was a glass of a saverneigh? Salivot? Sauvignon something or rather- Dahlia didn't really know wine, but she'd sipped a little and found the taste rather nice. People would often talk about fruit notes or "body" and such, maybe talk about "tannins" (whatever those were), but to Dahlia it was just a little sweet, a little sour. Next to her drink lay a plate of crackers and dried tomatoes, some salt and pepper for the fruit, and a some grapes. She'd declined the cheese and meat which would have made the bulk of the plate.
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In front of her though was the true spotlight of the evening. The dreaded empty canvas atop a squeaky easel, Dahlia's paints had yet to grace the fabric. She hadn't slept much the night before as usual, having had a dream of a date disaster with a faceless tall woman who could only be a subconscious interpretation of Umeko as far as Dahlia could tell. Having a lovely painting course with your closest post-apocalypse friend was nerve-wracking enough in it's own way, but Dahlia had been unable to be seated at the back of the class and so had people behind her who would surely see her poor artistic merit. Further, Umeko of all people would see it as well.
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It wasn't that Dahlia had zero ability to create, to make something, it was just that the focus of nearly all her talents revolved around fairly specific genre and styling. How was she supposed to paint a landscape, naturalistic and beautiful and nothing remotely resembling viscera, not translating terror or panic or desperation but instead, what, peace? Simplicity? She spent the first ten minutes fretting, shifting, sweating. She needed more inspiration, but avoided looking to Ume. Dahlia also wanted to impress, at least a little. The teacher in their initial spiel had broached finding the "Meaning and Truth of your art"- surely that accounted for artistic liberties.
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Dahlia started out simple, in broad strokes outlining the dark cavern in purples and greys, a bit of white to mix, merely drawing out her dimensions. Then she continued, finally feeling a small bit of inspiration. A shape, nearly formless in the dark as it's appendages blended into the edges and walls. It was hard to tell where the thing ended and the cave began. It was still a landscape, just a landscape with a thing inside of it. She gave it the vague impression of a mouth with too many teeth, and from there depressions that would indicate eye sockets, but no actual organs for sight.
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Pulling itself toward Dahlia. "Whaaaa-" The canvas seemed to flutter at the edges and strain as the small shadowy blob crawled out of the painting and toward Dahlia's frozen brush hand. She slapped it away to the floor and instinctively stomped on it. It splattered against the wood flooring in a burst of inky paint. She turned to her friend in fear-stricken awe.
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"Uh-um... Ume?" Dahlia was acutely aware of the eyes in the class now on her, the teacher especially. It kind of just looked like she'd splattered paint on the floor and then stepped on it. For some reason the instructor clapped.
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Post by Uesugi Umeko on Feb 4, 2024 3:06:02 GMT
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Wine and the arts–a perfectly classical stereotype. While this may have been a setting perfect for a murder, a heist, or the spark of a romantic misunderstanding, she had the gut feeling that none of that would exist today. Today was a day for friendship and the crafting of a landscape. However, to Ume that very prospect was about as severe as business got with her. The arts were where many of her passions lied; the rest were wrapped up with a traditional board game without much popularity outside of her country of origin, making it more there than here.
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Taking a sip of her provided wine, she returned her intense gaze to the off white field just before her. Every blink provided her with a new way to populate it. One moment a meadow of verdant majesty, dotted by bright flourishes of flowers. Next a rocky beachside, meeting the might of a stormy ocean. Lastly, a sleepy pond, dotted by the light rippling of a soft drizzle springing forth a glistening rainbow overhead. Many more would flash through, and many more still would be rejected. She could spend all day imagining pretty or simply evocative landscapes, but that wasn’t the point of the class.
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Holding her brush fractions of millimeters away from the canvas with her well-practiced serenity, she fought tooth and nail to break ground. Sweat beaded across her brow. Ume had and continued to express herself in an artistic field. However, her confines were typically a bit more limited. No matter what she intended, she would always be limited by physics, and the other natural orders of the universe. Although Earth-Chan had dialed back a little bit of the treachery of reality, she still had to abide by certain rules–especially in a world where her post-production effects were next to non-existent. This newfound freedom, one where she was limited purely by the confines of her own imagination. Painting was perhaps the most daunting task she had faced; the breadth of options before her was paralyzing and she feared just how it may show the cracks in her imagination or talents.
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Next to her, Dahlia was making short work of the assignment. Painting could certainly be an activity of great catharsis, and it seemed to be doing Dahlia a great deal of good. Closing her eyes, she underwent a series of breathing exercises. Removing her brush from the canvas, she turned away, pivoting herself in her comfortable stool. She did not feel the jerking of the canvas, and wasn’t aware of anything being amiss until she had heard her name called in the wake of a stomp.
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"Are ya okay, Dahlia?" She quickly responded. Opening one of her eyes, she shuffled back. Getting a full view of the work Dahlia had begun; she could see how it was able to capture the class's attention. She had gone for something delightfully expressionistic. She had hardly expected something so raw and vulnerable in a beginner landscape class, but this is exactly why she viewed Dahlia as an invaluable partner in their collective creative endeavors. Putting her free hand on Dahlia's shoulder, she continued to misconstrue exactly why her attention had been called, "Ya've quite the hand fer the canvas; have ya painted much before?"
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Dahlia had inadvertently nudged Ume towards what she needed to do. Their instructor was right, she only needed to see truth. As she awaited a response, Ume's hand glided along her side the canvas. She started with the barest foundation; a field of the greyest green.
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Post by Dahlia on Feb 4, 2024 6:27:40 GMT
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"I- uhhh..." Dahlia flinched just a little at the hand on her shoulder in spite of the comfort it brought. She took a deep breath and glanced around the class, doing her best not to meet the eyes on her. One couple was leaned in close and whispering, surely something rude or critical if Dahlia's anxiety had any say about it. She was turning beet red and on the verge of tears, but brought her attention back to the canvas. Nothing new had sprung from it- the cave still lay empty, yawning and dark, the depths of it intangible. Dahlia clearly still remembered painting the creature.
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A hallucination of some kind? It would have been the most severe she had ever suffered, but Dahlia was no stranger to sleep deprivation messing with her sense of reality. She looked to the ground and her platform heel and could swear there was the slightest wisp of something like dark smoke, but the inky paint splatter was gone. "I guess so... er, a little in college." She patted Ume's hand on her shoulder and lingered for a half-second before taking another sip of her still mostly full wine glass. Drink still in hand Dahlia surveyed her friend's work and found herself impressed; it definitely seemed like Umeko had done landscape portraits before. Maybe for film and scene storyboarding? She would have to ask for some pointers later, but for now the anxious woman had her own to work on.
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She grabbed the brush and palette and began mixing a new color, something more flesh toned. That void in the cave needed to be taken up by something, the plan landscape wasn't enough. She started the edges of her new creation but stopped and switched brushes. This was a team effort. A couple's landscape. Dahlia glanced to Ume's work and paused. She needed to fill out more of the edges of the cave; the canvas still had space. The cave extended and opened slightly, revealing at angle the slightest increase in light, adding definition to the rock. The entrance into Ume's field. From there she deepened the actual yawning dark in preparation for the cave's new inhabitant.
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The flesh tone came back into use here, a vague humanoid shape, arm outstretched and hand with five fingers but frayed at the edges. It left it up to the imagination, but Dahlia pictured the beginning of claws. Attached to the hand was the outline of a person, probably. A creature of the cave. Their face was indistinct, but the slight impression of eyes that were far too large, quite sunken. Dahlia took a deep breath, feeling a little scared, but this was just the lane she naturally fell into. Her paintings here were dreams brought to life.
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Too literally though. The canvas trembled and stretched again, making sounds like tearing but not separating. The disembodied hand of her landscape's live-in crawled out from the painting, smaller than her palm and reaching. It grabbed hold of her wrist and she quickly flung it to the ground in reflexive terror, stomping again.
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"I- oh god. What? Ah-" Dahlia stammered and glanced around. Eyes were on her again. One couple stood up to leave as one of the pair threw both their half-finished wine glasses back in two fluid motions before quickly hurrying out the door. The teacher just Stared. Looking back to canvas, the now hand-less being seemed to blend into the swirling darkness of the cave as they backed away and disappeared from the landscape, leaving her slightly-more-finished cave without a denizen once more.
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Dahlia rubbed at the tears in her eyes with the sleeves of her cardigan, not just to wipe at the moisture but in disbelief. She turned to Ume once again and gently tapped at her shoulder. "Please help..." Dahlia's voice was barely above a whisper.
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Post by Uesugi Umeko on Feb 4, 2024 15:07:14 GMT
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Ume smiled as Dahlia described her history of painting as something she had dabbled with in college. It was something they shared, "It's tha same with me, really. In university I studied tha work'a European romantics, where they tried to capture the 'sublime'. During summer, I tried to capture the land around my aunt's house, and never could. Figured painting wasn't fer me." She responded, keeping a casual tone as her eyes and hands remained pointedly focused on canvas and brush. Her eyes dropped a bit as she her spoken words finally caught up with her own thoughts, forming an inspiration.
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Her field had begun to spring to life, inspiration rooting deep within. Focusing headlong into the every important choice of greens; blending mostly with muted grays and blues. Much of the detail hadn’t been developed, simply a color palette. She had yet to dip her brush into the important space of the sky, not while she hadn’t yet set the horizon. Hills came to life, hoping to fame out and draw the eyes towards the expressive cave that Dahlia had brought to life. Eyes intently carrying her pointed intensity towards focus; her hand danced through the process of drawing long blades of grass swaying.
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There were no references to go off of; purely memory or rather dreams. Her mind had zoned on directly to a place of great significance to her, a place of truth: The Nara prefecture. Many summers had sent her to visit her aunt in the country, summers filled with playful exploring of the forest. This idea fresh in her mind, her field would develop patches of woodland; trees bending under the force of the wind. She wouldn’t be able to populate the horizon until she had developed the heavens, bringing her great pause. Having set the stage for a storm, she racked her head around its intensity. Far too intense would take away from Dahlia’s cave; she needed to strike a delicate balance. As if set to a timer, she removed her attention from the canvas to her palette, just in time to miss the physical rumbling of the canvas.
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She wouldn’t be able to put forth any of her intense focus towards the “sky” dilemma”. Breaking through the white noise of wind blowing, cicadas chirping, and crackling of thunder was Dahlia’s voice and the powerful sting of her supernatural strength tapping at her shoulder. Meekly, she was pleading, while they were in such a pleasant place taking part in fun–mostly insular activities. Something had to be wrong, even if it was something as mundane as a lack of wine.
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Whipping head bobbed head around to meet Dahlia, her eyes widened once she figured out what had been causing her so much issue. At her feet were the oily remnants of a spill, and clearly, she was far too mortified to handle it directly. These sorts of accidents were bound to happen, especially in a setting where wine was so free flowing. Understanding, she stood up, rushing to get a set of damp rags, “Oh. I’ll get that, don't fret."
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The stains of the monsters that Dahlia had dispatched under Ume’s nose hadn’t had the time to form a permanent mess. Taking her eyes off of her clean-up job, she failed to realize the set of eyes staring back at her through the oily residue. Their tiny, tiny pupils shifted, staring directly into Dahlia’s eyes in the seconds before they met their permanent oblivion at the hands of Ume’s callous nonchalance. Setting the rags on their shared table, a ways away from their fruit plate, Ume was once again hard at work.
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Noticing that once again, Dahlia had done away with the idea of there being something more obviously creeping in the cave, she wondered if this struggle was the corner store of her anxiety in this setting. She wasn’t one to offer any unsolicited advice or artistic suggestion. Personally, Ume felt the lack of a clear antagonistic force added a terrifying mystique. All of this alongside their instructor's warnings against the very real dangers of chasing intertextuality.
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Post by Dahlia on Feb 5, 2024 0:14:30 GMT
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She felt humiliated by this point. Too many people looking, judging. The teacher with a quizzical and stern look on the face. Ume for her part was being extremely kind in trying to assuage Dahlia's usual anxious antics, furthering the scared woman's shame as her friend cleaned up after her. Dahlia had barely even touched her wine, she hadn't slept that badly last night (well, no worse than her baseline 'terrible'). This was supposed to be a nice relaxing night for the duo and Dahlia felt like she was ruining it. She stared at the inky blob as Ume so kindly blotted and cleaned it up with a rag, and Dahlia was unable to miss the focused, blinking eyes glaring at her as they were swept away. Accusatory.
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Dahlia blinked rapidly hoping to clear her eyes, maybe realize she had been seeing stars or something. Maybe she was dehydrated. No, the empty glass of water next to her mostly-full wine disproved that. She looked to her friend but avoided the other woman's eyes. "Thank you... I don't know what's going on." Dahlia fidgeted with empty hands but surveyed her now-empty cave. It certainly had an air to it as it was, dark and inviting, it's dimensions malleable and up for interpretation. Somehow it was scarier this way- Dahlia could almost hear the deafening silence of Nothing, the way even her breath would be too loud in her ears and she would instinctually hold it for fear of being discovered. It reminded her of that awful recurring dream of the moving abyss.
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She shivered and licked at dry lips. The decanter of water was across the room so Dahlia took an almost imperceptible sip of her wine again. It did little to help the draught on her tongue. She swept her hair back behind an ear and fussed at the hem of her dress before taking a deep breath and letting out an audible sigh. She glanced to Umeko's work, feeling a little more at peace in imagining that particular landscape. Rather than bad dreams it reminded her of a time more peaceful. Dahlia took up her palette and brush once more.
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She refined the cave's edge where it would meet the field, lighting the opening just a little to try and better match the tones of the field. Then she finished out the peripherals of the cave, giving it a slightly more cavernous appearance than the original tunnel which gave room to flesh out the landscape of the better-lit parts. She left the depths of the cave dark and swirling- they weren't meant to be understood, just foreboding. Stalagmites formed along with a few chunks of rock and pebble, the dirt gained a bit more texture, slightly trodden. She added some vague mushrooms in brown, a bit of grass at the very front of the cave where it had still managed to receive some sunlight. Dahlia paused and stared at the painting, waiting.
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The mushrooms didn't move. The grass didn't sway. She sighed again and continued- she wanted to give life to this space. The silhouette of something toothed and winged, perhaps a bat blending into the darkness further inside. Small blots and lines on the walls, centipedes and the odd spider. Dahlia got carried away. She added a pair of just antlers now, no attached silhouettes, no teeth, just vague branches of skeleton in the deepest part of the cave. Then she heard it. Not the antlers, but a sound like moving dirt. Dahlia stiffened but slowly scanned her landscape; the mushrooms seemed to be moving. Bugs crawled along the walls slowly, as if captured in low-frame stop motion. The echo of a squeak from somewhere far away. The grinding of rock and the low howl of wind. Those antlers shifted and grew- no they were moving closer. Something was attached to them, something Dahlia hadn't drawn. A small inky bat fully flew out of the canvas and fluttered around the room, causing Dahlia to shriek. The bat shrieked too.
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"No, no, I'm done! Painting is scary!" She grabbed the canvas from the easel and hefted it overhead, trying to swat at the bat but missing terribly. The teacher for his part seemed worried, but snapped fingers with a look of triumphant recollection. "Of coeurse, I must 'ave accidentally given you ze cursed easel!" He crossed his arms and nodded to himself but offered no further assistance. Dahlia felt something wriggle onto her sleeve and shook, a little painted millipede plopping to the floor. She had grabbed the painting but felt the overwhelming need to be rid of it. Dahlia repositioned the painting to hold it by the front and back overhead like a sail and in a fit of desperation flung it end over end through the air. It crashed through one of the studio windows and disappeared into the night; the painted bat flew out with the millipede slowly following. She grabbed and hurled the easel out too for good measure; the instructor only nodded knowingly, unphased.
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Dahlia turned to her friend, tears in her eyes, spirit broken. She took her first full drink of her wine and winced- she didn't really like it. "...I'm sorry I painted an evil cave. I- I really liked your field."
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Post by Uesugi Umeko on Feb 5, 2024 2:49:30 GMT
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Even as she was being thanked, Ume could feel the palpable hurt underneath Dahlia’s words. Today had been a mistake. Ume had realized the folly of this so-called-date. Even if she felt Dahlia had been doing exceptionally, she worried that her friend’s mind would wander into terrifyingly negative spaces. She could glean so much from the cave she had presented. Creative endeavor was hardly a calming activity for the two of them. Ume’s professional stresses were a terrible mix with Dahlia’s anxieties under scrutiny. Sighing, she attempted to address the issue, “I’m sorry” She abruptly broke, “I had hoped this would’ve gone better. Afterwards, how about we go catch’a movie? I found some interesting DvDs.”
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Umeko had yet to blink since she sat back in front of the canvas. This class wasn’t supposed to last all day, yet painting a large landscape was an incredible task. She felt the burn of the rush. Internal conflicts swirled within her. A thousand mistakes appeared directly in front of her. All the cracks in her underpinning screamed out for her attention. Ruffling her hair with her brush-ladened hand, she fought the urge to completely shatter under duress. Swiping her gaze towards the clock, and her instructor, she cursed her inability to address these concerns. It didn’t need to be a masterpiece, it just needed to be on canvas, she told herself internally.
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A considerable amount of thought went behind Ume’s take of the sky; the mindset of Romanticism was clearly set. Under the stress of time, she may not have been able to see many of these thoughts through to fruition. Blending blues with her grays, she set out the penultimate section of her work. Soft rounded strokes made up the sky’s foundation; a series of discs sinking down towards the ground. Following with flourish after flourish, wispy swirls of grays and whites added the all important ethereal edges to her clouds.
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Adding and finalizing significant details, Ume darkened much of her swaying foliage, while finally populating the upper echelons of the hill. Barely visible through the trees was Ume’s favorite touch; a dulled shinto gate, falling apart, its way barely clear through the woods. Puddles, reflections, and all the intricate details that needed a steady hand followed. The stress was clearly getting to her, as her attempts to keep her hand steady were in stark contrast to the sudden jumpiness of the canvas. Still keeping a steady breath, she still tried her damndest to paint through the movement.
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What remained of her shuttering focus was completely undone. A bat’s squeak, one followed suit by an expression of absolute terror, brought Ume’s head up. Catching the familiar sight of Dahlia fighting a monster sprung from seemingly nowhere had satisfied her curiosity. A swarm of little ink bats couldn’t stop her, let alone a lone one; Dahlia could handle this on her own with ease. In clear defiance, she set about adding a fox to her bit of clearing, with no true significance, she just thought the pop of red from the Shinto gate could use some more company.
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Ume was far from happy with the finished product. Her painting was a mess of poorly defined perspective, terrible lighting, and a fox that appeared moving. Although in this case, it wasn’t so much an issue of the fox having been magic, but rather the canvas had been snatched from in front of her and was being flung directly into the fluttering bat. Taking a light sip of her wine, Ume crossed her legs and turned her gaze toward Dahlia, “I thought it had charm.”
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