Thread: A Night For Art (ATTN: Any)

Eric entered the museum wearing a smile on his face. It was the first time he had had a chance to visit the place. He had decided he would bring his sketch pad and pencils in the event that he had found something inspiring to draw on in his own art. He wasn't there to draw images of another's work of art but to create new art, drawing inspiration from other's passion.

He wasn't they typical looking artist that might come here to be inspired. Sure his tattoos may have been something other artists would wear, but he was also wearing stonewash blue jeans, a button up flannel shirt and a straw cowboy hat on his head. Some of the people present even gave him double takes as he wandered around. He browsed the different pieces of art throughout the building only stopping when his eyes came to rest on the person sitting on the bench. He had seen them at the Kitty Kat Klub a few nights before.

He was curious about this individual as they were at a kindred party and she was a guest with a heartbeat. He took a seat off to the side but where he could observe them. His sense focused on them, he began reading the details of their features closely while trying to remain a bit nonchalant. For a man, there were certain things about this person that didn't add up. The high cheekbones, lack of Adam's apple. The feminine features. It was in these abnormalities that he had found the inspiration he was looking for.

He opened his sketchpad and grabbed a pencil and began working. As he drew he felt a little restricted by the tight flannel shirt so he unbuttoned them and rolled up the sleeves. He then removed the cowboy hat from his head and set it beside him to allow for good vision and lighting on his sketch pad. He continuously worked on the drawing, his eyes moving from the pad to the person from the other night. Occasionally a strand of his long brown hair falling in his face, he'd move it back behind his ear, giving him the opportunity to look at the person again.

Gia didn’t mind recreating many artistic pieces on the pages of her books, sometimes the desire to keep her hands in motion while gazing upon something beautiful enough in it’s own right was there. Tonight was one such night, so much on her mind from the last few days and then the trickle of sounds very few would have heard. On some level, the face of the woman depicted drew her, the sorrow in the eyes though they were of solid stone. Not everything was exactly as one saw it and in this case, Gia saw something more.

As each of the lines were drawn to provide and outline, it wasn’t exactly as it stood before her. The face, that she didn’t have the heart to change and so when it came to working upon that part, her gaze lifted often to compare the original to the penciled marks. An addition of a cowl however was thought, and there was still plenty of time to add it in. She did not glance in the direction of the newcomer to this area, not to many wandering by that she at least paid attention to. It was why she chose a more secluded area. In general, Gia was dressed in the same black pants and heavier boots, the shirt being different, more of a burgundy shade but long sleeved, more than necessary and at least the third shirt worn, others beneath added for whatever reason.

There were obvious things of the guise she could not hide but most overlooked them, not giving her much of a second look in most cases. She tried to give one as few reasons to ask about her appearance as she could, her foot lowering as she held the book up instead, comparing the two works though one was still uncompleted.

Eric bit his tongue at the side of his mouth as he continued sketching and shading the image that was coming to his mind. He continued to glance up at the person before him, staring intently for a few moments at a time, then continuing on with his work. It was all fitting too perfectly together as he sketched the image. The eyebrows, eyes, cheekbones, jawline, the lack of Adam's Apple. It was becoming very apparent that this person was hiding something from the world. Or was it just his imagination? That was a question that weighed on his mind as he continued to sketch and shade the image he had in his mind.

Gia lowered the book and set it on the bench as she got up, taking a couple steps towards the statue. She knew there had to be a no touching the art policy, it was pretty much a given. So with that being her direct intent, hazel eyes started to look around to see if anyone was paying attention or within line of sight to see it. Only one such person stuck out, that cowboy hat more of a giveaway to the familiar appearance. She had met him before, only briefly but she recalled his words. While he seemed focused on his own art, perhaps with the same idea that had brought her here, she closed the distance to the statue. It was a quick touch, just a graze of her fingertips along the cheek of it.

Not even she knew why she did it, keeping the sleeve pulled to mid palm as she pulled fingers back to within an inch of touching the statue. It was quiet enough she didn’t have to yell, the architecture allowing her voice to travel down to where Eric sat. “Hello there.” She wasn’t sure if he would recall that brief meeting before, really only an exchange of a few words.

Eric looks up at him and nods as closes his sketchpad, "Good evening. How are you tonight?"

"Doing alright. How about you?" She retreated back to the bench, dropping down to sit with a brush of her hand over the shorter spikes of dark hair on top of her head. Gia leaned forward with arms on her knees, pulling the book back into her lap, returning to the drawing at hand, keeping an ear out so she could still talk.