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paradisa2013-08-06 02:52 pm
eat_me_beat_me) wrote in paradisa2013-08-06 02:52 pm
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[On the heels of yesterday's broadcast graffiti has appeared throughout the castle. "HHH" "Talk Hard" and "The Truth is a Hex" has been painted in varying colors (mostly red) in various places in the castle. On the walls, on the ceiling, up one of the moving staircases... always on the stonework, never defacing any of the art (that would be rude). No one's seemed to have owned up to it but anyone who remembers Paradisa should figure it out fairly quickly.
Nora is supposed to be in class at the moment. She doesn't really remember which one and she can't say that she particularly cares. Magic is cool and all but some of these lectures are just fucking snore fests. That being the case she's found the biggest window that gives her the best vantage point to watch that dragon. Currently she's sitting in a chair with her feet up on the windowsill filling up a sketchbook with quick sketches of that beast. Hey if it's there she's going to take advantage of it! She speaks as she adds a few scales on her latest drawing]
I don't know whether it's gratifying or depressing to know that high school is pretty much the same here as it is back home. The only difference is adding some magic into the mix.
Oh man but can I just say that these moving paintings are fucking sweet?! I wish I could take one back with me. No, no, more than that I wish I could actually do that - paint something and have it actually take on a life of its own. It's just so trippy, the thought that something as simple as paint on canvas can become something more. That it can live and talk and move around.
[She looks up at a nearby painting. The young woman therein smiles and nods politely at her. Nora just grins]
You know my art teacher back home used to tell me that any good artist puts their heart and soul into their art - breathes life into it. But I never thought that could be meant literally [she laughs]
Nora is supposed to be in class at the moment. She doesn't really remember which one and she can't say that she particularly cares. Magic is cool and all but some of these lectures are just fucking snore fests. That being the case she's found the biggest window that gives her the best vantage point to watch that dragon. Currently she's sitting in a chair with her feet up on the windowsill filling up a sketchbook with quick sketches of that beast. Hey if it's there she's going to take advantage of it! She speaks as she adds a few scales on her latest drawing]
I don't know whether it's gratifying or depressing to know that high school is pretty much the same here as it is back home. The only difference is adding some magic into the mix.
Oh man but can I just say that these moving paintings are fucking sweet?! I wish I could take one back with me. No, no, more than that I wish I could actually do that - paint something and have it actually take on a life of its own. It's just so trippy, the thought that something as simple as paint on canvas can become something more. That it can live and talk and move around.
[She looks up at a nearby painting. The young woman therein smiles and nods politely at her. Nora just grins]
You know my art teacher back home used to tell me that any good artist puts their heart and soul into their art - breathes life into it. But I never thought that could be meant literally [she laughs]