Ramsey's Gallery of Fine Art
The two story ice blue victorian replica sat on the artsy end of the strip. Amid a few antique shops, one Asian artifact gallery and several other art galleries. The whole structure was the art gallery. Inside there were two main downstairs rooms, painted in tastefull creamy gray and lit appropriatly, at the artwork. There was one sweeping staircase that led upstairs to three private showing rooms and an office. Each floor had restrooms, 3 stalls each, done with a pale blue and cream floral paper and cream beadboard.
In the downstairs there was the sunset room, with soft periwinkle fainting couches and even a few arm chairs. The other downstairs room displayed the sunrises with benches of pale pine with soft natural toned silk cusions. There were small tables in both rooms, in the pale pine, discretely placed about with glass tops for people to place their drinks upon.
The stairwell held a reception area, coat closet and fine silk wall coverings in an ancient smokey gray. There was a pine bench and blue armchair as well as some sculpture set on the blocks placed about or attached to the wall for smaller pieces.
Up the stairs lead to a small hallway in the same silken gray that lead to six doors in a small landing area. The bathrooms were clearly marked but the other rooms had doors flung wide open for the event. One housed the darker paintings on its eggplant toned walls. The dark grey striped room held barely a dozen moonscapes. The last showing room held scenes from Nachton on its creamy walls with beadboard base. The office was just that, desk, chairs and a few tables.
Plants were strewn about and hanging from ceilings but never obscuring the paintings. The light pine floors gleamed with polish but the stairs had a pale gray carpet runner.
There was a black velvet rope cordoning off the gallery but the sign outside proudly announced the Galla Black Tie event of the Opening of the Showing of Nyra McGurn at 7:30pm.
Oh, gee, we really had to twist his arm...and my comment came from the very depths of sincerity! I would never tell embarrassing stories about you in front of a pretty Anantya.
Laughing, she took the offered arm.
Yeah, we make you look -good-, and don't you forget it!
That said, the three moved to the next room on the first floor. Nova sincerely hoped her increasing struggles with her shoes, which didn't seem so bad when she tried them on but were becoming increasingly miserable, weren't too obvious.
Upon entering the next room, she was quickly distracted by a bronze statue in the center of the room. She tilted her head and regarded it with curiosity.
Circles. Let's see what it's called. If it was called "The Crucifixion"Â? or something she was just going to give up on art right then. She leaned forward and peered at the title card. Oh. It's called...Circles.
Well. Can't argue with that! I don't understand modern art stuff; what's it mean? She turned to her companions, grinning.
/ooc permission to move Jan and Amberelle
Jan laughed at Nova not believing for an instant that she wouldn't enjoy telling on him at least at some later point in time. Looking at the statue in the center, he shrugged the best that one could do while having a woman on each arm.
"I am guessing it means the artist liked circles." Thoughtfully he added. "I suppose you could say they symbolize eternity and the never ending cycles that exist in the universe and all that rot if you wanted to get philosophical. Me, I think she just liked circles."
Jan regarded Amberelle. " Perhaps you see a deeper meaning here?"
Don't fret, petite. You look good, I'm sure all of the other filles will be jealous of us.. Oh, and you must share some stories sometime soon Nova, I have a feeling Jan here is quite the wild one, hmm.
As they walked into the sunset room, she glanced around. Several pieces caught her eye but she turned her attention to the sculpture in the center as Nova walked to it. Studying it for a moment, she tried not to smile at Jan's opinion.
Her lips pursed, she tilted her head slightly to the side and studied it further. Finally she gave a small nod. I think.. yes. It's because circles are pretty! Or maybe it's some statement on the feeling of hope coming from eteral movement and lack of an end.. But what do I know, I'm blonde.
She grinned at the other two.
Eh, I'm hardly one to judge what a 'wild one' is.
She put on a serious expression, tapping one finger on her lower lip and trying to suppress her grin. Yep, not only are we the three best looking people here, but the most sophisticated as well. She let go of Jan's arm and walked around the sculpture, taking it in from all angles. I think I like it. She looked to Amberelle, amused by the self depreciating humor. A cool Anantya who didn't take herself too seriously. Nova could dig it.
And I think you should get that saying on a tee shirt. Have like the square root of two on one side and 'What do I know, I'm blonde' on the other. She snickered at her own joke.
Wonder if they have coffee here. She craned her neck out and peered through the door into the hallway. Or something stronger for that matter.
"Does that excuse actually work? If so I might dye mine."
He shook his head at Nova's tee shirt idea with a chuckle. "If its out there in a tee shirt, Nova will find it. I fully expect her to come in one day with one that says.. I bite!"
Jan looked around for the servers to see what was available but did not see anyone with coffee. He did spot a waiter carrying wine and knowing that Amberelle wasn't opposed to drinking it he picked them both up a glass before searching for another carrying something more to Nova's tastes.
Finding another server carrying harder beverages, he brought her back a glass of whiskey, Moving through the milling people with two long stemmed glasses of wine in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, Jan had to do some fancy maneuvering to keep from spilling the drinks all down one of the guests, though he believed the wine stains would actually have improved the looks of the print her dress was made from.
Finally back to his companions, he handed the whiskey to his sister and turned to present Amberelle with a glass of wine.
"A Votre Sante, Mademoiselle."
((OOC: In case anyone should wonder why he might know French, I figure he's had to sing in more than one language. I know I certainly did when I was in chorus. ))
I like the slogan.. Brainy and sarcastic, it's perfect. And, those types of shirts are great for us girls to accentuate our, mmm.. bountiful assets, non? Amberelle smirked. And, she let her eyes glance down and admire the Tacharan's 'assets' she'd just mentioned.
Her eyes slid away and watched Jan as he wove through the crowd. Agile, with the grace of a great cat. She nodded approvingly. 'I bet he's a divine dancer,' she mused to herself.
Jan rejoined them, and she bestowed a dazzling smile on him as she took the glass of wine. With a small nod, she thanked him. Looking around at the art she took a few steps over to one and studied it for a moment.
I just love the colors in this one.. An ocean scene of rich blues and purples, it was dark but stunning in the amount of emotion it conveyed to her. Glancing at the title, 'Stormy', she then made a small mark on her brochure with a fingernail to note it.
Not that it really goes with anything in my suite, but I think I may buy it. The violence within the beauty.. What do you two think of it?
Finally she was released from the duty of standing still and went to mingle. Her whimsical sculpture Circles had just been admired by a trio, two of which were rather flamboyant. She hoped they hadnt been expecting any deep meaning, she had just been playing with a donut cutter and ended up with lots of wax circles. She put them together and enjoyed the result. Art should be fun and not always fraught with meaning.
She noticed sold and reserved signs on many pieces. Wow, she had not expected so many to be sold so quickly. Thankfully they had a dozen paintings in the back storage off the kitchen. If the show was to run a week, she would need to get more pieces here.
Kay brought her another glass of sparkling white grape juice and she mingled. Walking up to the trio, happy smile on her face she pointed to the piece they were looking at.
"What do you think of it?"
Me? I think circles are pretty. The whole piece is very graceful.
Heh, my shirts are so big I don't think anyone realized I -had- boobs until today.
Her smile deepened as Jan approached with drinks in hand. It was pretty obvious which one was hers, and she thought it was good of him to remember such things.
Thanks, you're the best.
She was about to knock it back in one go, but then noticed Amberelle delicately sipping her wine and thought maybe she should at least try to be a little more lady like.
So she only drank half at once.
Seeing that Amberelle had moved on, she made to follow and take a look at the painting that interested her, standing a little ways behind. Before she could answer, though, a new face showed up and grabbed her attention. She chuckled at Amberelle's analysis and added her own contribution.
I think it's fun. She mused for a moment. Wonder if they'd kick me out if I climbed on it. It's got hand and foot holds, asking for it really. Guess it might cause a problem, not really dressed for it anyway.
As for that one, she continued, pointing to the piece Amberelle was considering, yeah, go for it. Violent beauty...I like that, reminds me of my car.
"Yeah, still not sure those are yours. You sure you didn't pad that dress? I'd check but that would get us thrown out for sure." He grinned evilly and turned to the painting Amberelle walked towards.
"Its nice, has motion and mood to it. I like it."
He pondered the statue and had to stifle a laugh at the idea of his sister climbing on it. Jan was quite certain she'd do it given a good enough motive. This is why you don't take Tacharan to parties.. we amuse ourselves.
Shaking his head at Nova, he grinned. "A storm is quieter than your car."
He smiled and turned to the new comer. "So what do you think of it?"
"If you are looking for devastating there is a moonscape upstairs that you may like as well, called Panic." She noticed Bertrand waving to her from across the room. "Enjoy the show!"
Turning with a small wave, she began to make her way slowly to the manager, smile still firmly in place. Thankfully she was not getting tired yet.
She looked at the line of paintings, and then glanced back at the brochure. While they were all quite lovely, she didn't feel a "sunset" piece would make her new apartment more... Connie.
Then she saw the descriptions for paintings one and two.
1. Sureal Shores - Sun setting over a beach, ocean frothing almost black, while the sun sinks in orange, red, purple and pink.
2. Next time - Another beach with a castle getting slowly washed away by a gentle sea with sun set in orange, pink and yellow.
Something in her head clicked, and she suddenly envisioned the movie "Bruce Almighty" with Jim Carrey. Connie actually thought he was pretty funny, and funny is one of the things that turned her on. So she kept that movie close at hand and watched it at least once a week... when she had a working entertainment area.
The scene with "Bruce" at the Maid of the Mist popped into her head: "The bedrock of my life is eroding beneath me?" Then he shouted, "Eroding, eeeeroding, eeeeeroooooooooding."
A puff of air escaped her lungs, causing her to snort. The snort congealed into a giggle, which she quickly stifled. She put her hand to her mouth to try to block any semblance of a laugh from escaping, but to no avail. Another snicker escaped, and Connie realized she needed to get out of the exhibition room before she embarassed Nyra.
Turning back into the hall, she saw Nyra as she was re-entering the reception area, smiled, winked and moved as quickly as she could towards the bathroom, strains of laughter following her clicking footsteps.
That was the artist I think. I like her, if so.. nice to meet someone who can appreciate art for enjoyment and not try to make it into philisophical, political, a-state-of-the-world meaning crap.
Taking another sip of her wine, she nodded to the ocean scene, deciding she would get it. 'If nothing else I can hang it in the closet near my computer, be something nice to see in there..'
Shall we try the upstairs? It's so crowded down here right now, getting a good look at anything is almost impossible.
Oh! And Nova, tell me about this voilent beauty of a car. Then I can tell you about mine. Her face shone with happiness when she mentioned her car.
((OOC - Connie that 'eroooding' comment made me giggle-snort remembering the movie hehehehe!!!))
She peered curiously at the suit who had stolen away their new company. Looking back to her companions, she raised her eyebrows in surprise at Amberelle.
"Well shit, why didn't she say so? Probably scared her off, was just kidding about climbing the sculpture. And yeah, let's get upstairs before we get booted out for threatening to deface the artwork. Hope that's not security she's talking to now.
As they made their way up the stairs, Nova was glad to carry on about her car.
She's actually part car, part project. Sort of a hobby to keep me out of trouble, you could say. She winked. '69 Firebird, put -a lot- of work into her. Still have some things I want to do with her, really make her fly, but she holds her own on the road quite nicely.
Of course, the air conditioning doesn't work, go figure, but other than that and a little body work she's just about as perfect a car as you could find. Named her Powaqa, means Witch. It took us some time to get used to each other, but now we get along quite well. Of course, she's got her own personality, but I treat her good and buy her things, what more does a lady want, right?
Realizing she was carrying on about her baby, she cut herself off with a grin and wandered into the moonscape room.
"Guess there are more important people to see around here than us." He looked at Nova. "I thought you said we were the most important around here... no wait, that was the best looking. I guess you can't have everything."
Following the group upstairs, he listened to Nova go on about the Firebird. Everyone had to have their hobbies he supposed and he could certainly talk for hours about music. It was a good idea to smile and nod at the appropriate times. He smiled and nodded.
"Yup, very fast. When are you adding the flux capacitor?"
She hadn't imagined that, when moving to Nachton, she'd end up so lucky. That her intelligent, unique, amazingly talented neighbor would become her girlfriend and would be catalyst for such wonderful feelings inside her. On many different levels.
She straightened her dress and returned to the exhibition hall. "Let's not go back to the sunsets," she told herself, and, seeing Nyra occupied with a rather wealthy-looking couple near the door, turned into the sunrises room.
A bright smile lit his face as he remembered the dozen he had asked the Museum to store for him. Excellent! That should help cover the walls for the rest of the week. With a bounce to his step and fingers rubbing together he contemplated who next to introduce to his artist.
A wealthy business man got his attention to begin the negotiations on a purchase. His artist would be fine with the couple he had last dropped off with her for a while. Hopefully this fine gentleman would not keep him overlong.
Amberelle, was a good example of a person worth knowing, despite meeting him in the House of Pain and finding out he was Tacharan her attitude towards him had never changed. That made her quite alright in his book.
Here though it was obvious that his leather clothing and his less than demurely clad sister were not important enough to even be greeted by the owner of the establishment. Their loss, if you asked him, after all, dressed as he was, you never knew if he wasn't some rockstar the guy had never heard of before. Who really knew how much the goth could actually afford? In 500 years of singing and picking pockets he'd made enough to be comfortable and buy the occasional painting should the mood strike him.
Turning to Nova and Amberelle, he said, feigning a British accent.
"So did you want to buy the one painting? I think I'm ready for a spot of tea." Frowning, he added. "At the local dive where we can all just be ourselves, hmm?"
"Bertrand, I think the other people in the gallery are just as worthy of our time. How about you bring the most flamboyant people you see, that you dont know, next?"
He didnt quite see the point of taking up an artists time with lowlifes here for the mingling and free food. Frowning he considered how to proceed.