|
Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:09:57 GMT -5
"I do. I do want you to," *she said, nodding as she took a sip of tea.* "Your work shows great clarity of purpose and meaning--I should like some measure of direction for my paintings, and I never seem to find it."
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 18:12:41 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned.*
"You do not always need direction, sometimes it can be a distraction. It is not bad thing that something you paint turns into something completely different.*
*He rested an elbow on the table.*
"Besides, when someone else sees your work they can see a piece completely changed."
|
|
|
Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:16:27 GMT -5
"Beauty being in the eye of the beholder and all of that?"
*She twirled a loose bit of her hair around one finger, gnawing on her lip and staring into space as she nodded slightly, considering his words.*
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 18:18:30 GMT -5
"Mmmm."
*Philippe looked away from her lips, else he would stop her hurting them, preferably with his own. He sighed, very softly.*
"I should return to work."
|
|
|
Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:19:59 GMT -5
*Becca came crashing back to reality out of her daydream and her hand dropped back to her side.*
"Of course. I won't keep you," *she said, nodding.*
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 18:21:07 GMT -5
*Philippe stood, he bowed. Cursing himself he turned to leave the room.*
|
|
|
Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 18:22:38 GMT -5
*Rebecca finished her tea, barely having touched her lunch, and returned to her painting for the rest of the afternoon. She declined dinner and went to rest, feeling she had some kind of headache.*
|
|