Open Roses for eyes

The fruits of fall and winter work finally pay off in the form of a big exhibition. Come one come all to see Penny’s art and eat some good food.

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

Roses for eyes

Postby Penny Noor on December 7th, 2017, 9:55 pm

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Winter 15th 517AV
Evening
Precious Predicaments



It took the entirety of the day to set up the exhibition in the floating gallery at the Patchwork Port, to hang every canvas in the right spot, frame and display every drawing and painting. Lifting that sculpture alone was at least a five man and one woman job. But alas, come sunset and the first hours of the evening, the ramp was lowered one last time and the ship was finally open to the public. Suffice to say the girls were proud of themselves.

The bar was stocked that night and some light supper snacks prepared for the guests gallery space was the main attraction of tonight. When first entering the guests would see a large sculpture of a beautiful woman in white stone, with thick locks flowing down her shoulders and onto a love letter she held in her fingers. From the letter the most delicately carved flowers sprouted, so detailed that one would fear just touching them could make them wilt. Directly behind the sculpture was a massive, unframed canvas that displayed a winter garden scene in hues of soft pastel and romance. It looked as if the two pieces, the sculpture and canvas fit together in a carefully composed layout so that every painted flower, every tree and herb pointed to the focal point of the room that was the sculpture’s love letter. The scale of that central display dominated the gallery space.

Directly by the door, on the left hand side another beautiful painting dominated the space. This framed piece depicted the scene of two lovers entwined in a kiss, in the garden by the moonlight that bathed their silhouettes. A couple more, smaller paintings sat beside it at different levels on the wall but none compared to its grace, loveliness and impact. Among the paintings a plaque with the name of their author sat “Aija Dayglade”.

The opposite side of the gallery space hosted Penny’s work and it was far far more cluttered than the minimalistic, geometric arrangement of Aija’s. The wall itself had a series of drawings, one by the other scaling from largest to smallest with spacing that was tightest at one end, but the smaller the drawings got the larger were the spaces between them. It might have seemed like an odd arrangement but it brought a certain feeling of dynamic when one looked at the series of twelve as a whole. The drawings were in ink and graphite and depicted a couple dancing the waltz.

There pillars on that side of the room were also decorated with illustrations some of which were completely sensible illustrations indeed. Drawns with the employment of heavy, linear techniques and textured marks, a small but purposeful amount of shading and decorated by lovingly crafted but simple patterns, these illustrations depicted various scenes of romance like the holding of hands, the drinking of wine, the lighting of candles by male protagonists whilst their female counterparts sat in luxurious chairs or stood by their sides in a manner of artistically captured conversation.

One drawing however broke the overall theme of love and romance that lingered in the air of the gallery ship. Tacked unceremoniously to one of the room dividers was an illustration as big as a two hands adjacent. On it was a another scene; a woman with her back turned and looking over her shoulder, at the man in a coat who looked at her in turn. But his eyes were hollow circles from which roses sprouted and reached to the top of the illustration. Red splotches were painted on their thorns.

The atmosphere at the Precious predicament was quite the pleasant one that night as more and more guests caught wind of the exhibition and peeked their eyes in to see. In the gallery room Charlie' Hozier did her magic as always, bartering and schmoozing potential customers. Aija and Emirin were there too, greeting the guests and potential buyers alike, both with a glass in hand and smiles on their face. It was their night to celebrate. Whoever found themselves short of an alcoholic beverage needed only to pop down to the on deck bar and be served by Jeremiah Hozier . As for Penelope Noor, one of the artists who first dreamed up this night and then made it a reality was nowhere to be found on the ship. Instead she loitered outside of the entrance, dressed in her favourite velvet green dress, trying to desperately force herself to take a step onto the deck. An expression of horror upon her face at the very thought of being upon something waterborne which she did her utmost to cover up with makeup.
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Postby Madeira Dusk on December 13th, 2017, 6:24 am

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"Are you okay, Penny?"

Madeira materialized out of the dark, snow flecked evening like the ghosts she dealt with. She was smiling kindly from under the hood of her grey wool cloak, her arm snaking out of the buttoned front to press reassuringly between the artist's shoulderblades.

The exhibition had been on everyones lips for days. After being trapped in their houses for over a week, any possible entertainment was hotly anticipated. While Madeira could not claim to be much of an art lover, she had endeavoured to seek out the Precious Predicament herself for several reasons. One, that it would be prudent to be seen at a sophisticated event for the sake of her place in the family. Secondly, she knew one of the artists who would be showing, and was eager to see her again.

But it seemed her artist friend couldn't quite make it to her own show. The Spiritist frowned to see the terror running in the tight line of her rouged mouth and the corners of her khol lined eyes, which were trained on the dark, swirling waters below.

"Hi Penny!"

Emma appeared on the artist's other side. Long removed from the burdens of life, she was dressed as ever in a thin nightdress that failed to move with the bitter breeze. Completely oblivious to the atmosphere between the two women, she smiled up at the charismatic, dark haired beauty with a kind of vacant sweetness. She did not cover her face, as she usually did with adults. It was a testament of just how she trusted Penny that she was able to look her in the eye, every weeping sore on display.

Madeira moved to shush the ghost with a frantic sweep of her hand, somehow expecting what was going to happen next.

"My baby brother drowned." the ghost continued, ignoring Madeira as her eyes followed Penny's to the angry peaks of the dark water below. “He fell off the Riverfall docks and died a year before I did. It was very sad."

"Hush, Emma", Madeira said firmly, levelling the ghost with a look. She took Penny by the crook of the arm and faced the roped gangplank together. "Come on, you can do this. One step at a time." pulling dijed from deep in her core she laced her words with an emotional response of her own making. With it she clumsily aimed to give Penny a brief spark of bravery.
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Postby Penny Noor on April 5th, 2018, 7:10 pm

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None of Emma’s word truly sank in. The little spirit’s words flowed like waves of background noise; like chatter of concert patrons, drowned out mostly by the yelling of the drums and whining of violins. The Suvan was that concert. The breaking of waves against the boats was the music and her own fear was the cacophony in Penny’s ears. Everything else was just background chatter.

She was shaking. Her brain repeated the words on a loop “... there’s been a storm…” in the sound of that man’s voice. The one, dressed in black, whose name she never cared to catch. A moment that changed her forever, etched as clearly into her mind as if it had happened yesterday and she twelve years old all over again.

After a prolonged moment punctuated by the squeezing of hands that was Penny’s only acknowledgement of Maderia’s presence, she whispered in a shaking voice. “I need to leave.” Turning her face away from the boat, she looked like she was going to be sick.

It wasn’t only the sight of the boat that caused a panic attack to flare in her. It wasn’t just the single step on the platform that lead to the deck, prompted by Madeira’s magic trying to help her overcome the fear, that caused her to recoil in horror and bury her head in her hands. It was also the shame of her crippling phobia. Without a second thought she sprinted to the far side of the dock walkway where she crouched in the shadows and sobbed uncontrollably, praying only that no one would recognise her. It was bad enough she had embarrassed herself in front of Madeira and Emma.
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Postby Madeira Dusk on June 7th, 2018, 3:45 am

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