Post by Neko Bazu on Dec 3, 2007 12:41:46 GMT -1
Phew! Got at least one up! 
Title: Horizon
Theme: Art
Genre: Humour/Observation
Rating: U
Feedback: Yes, public
Warnings: None whatsoever!
Notes: Another character introduction piece, this time as a vignette, so it’s again quite short. Enjoy anyway!
A/N: I can see myself having a lot of fun with this guy in future. He has quite a cynical outlook – even contempt – for humanity, but in a very ‘nothing personal’ sort of way. He’d probably fit in well among us lot, actually!
Horizon
“It’s simply masterful, isn’t it?”
“The underlying emotion and depth is phenomenal.”
Sky stood silently among the art critics gazing upon the piece in question, his face solemn as he listened to the gushing praise each man issued.
“Truly, it’s a work by a genius!”
That much, at least, he could agree with.
The item that had so captivated the predominantly metrosexual crowd was a brown leather shoe, strategically placed on the floor a matter of inches from the middle of the room. The black laces lay open either side of it, one perpendicular to the shoe and the other at approximately a forty-five degree angle opposite to the heel. The perpendicular lace bent almost ninety degrees in the middle so that it faced in the same direction as the toe, while the other doubled back almost one-eighty degrees, so that it pointed to the rear of the shoe.
“Do you suppose it’s a reflection on the different ways we can travel through life?”
“I’d think it’s more referring to the many directions life can take us.”
They were, Sky supposed, reasonable theories, considering what modern art sometimes represented in incredibly obscure fashions.
“Ah, but don’t you think that scuff on the toe perhaps represents the artist’s inner conflict, or childhood trauma?”
The youth faintly quirked an eyebrow at that suggestion, though he showed no other outward reaction.
“I believe it’s an anti-war protest, demonstrating the aimlessness and pointlessness of conflict, and sympathising with the hardships they have to go through.”
That one was impressive…
“But who do you suppose the artist is?”
“It’s hard to say; it doesn’t fit in with any of the other exhibitions, and it isn’t mentioned in any of the brochures either. Perhaps it’s an anonymous work?”
“But surely they’d at least use a pseudonym?”
“And there’s not even a title!”
“Horizon,” Sky uttered, interrupting the group for the first time with his soft, low voice.
“Pardon?”
“The piece,” he repeated, “is called Horizon.”
“I see…”
“Ah! Then perhaps it is intended to inspire people to go on a journey, and broaden their horizons?”
“Nonsense; quite clearly, it’s meant to show that we should shed the items of everyday life, and explore new things. Broadening our horizons on a much more personal level is far more important than seeing the world, after all. The artist is talking about spirituality!”
“And the scuff must represent a tarnished spirit; perhaps a memory that he longs to shed? Like some sort of childhood trauma?”
Sky briefly felt an urge to, as Shuu would put it, ‘palmface’ – as he understood it, that meant to smack one’s palm against one’s face in an expression of disbelief. The owner of that voice had to be a psychologist of some description.
Still, at least it appeared he no longer had to stand the inane babbling of those he’d dubbed the ‘Arty-farty’ types. A cursory glance at his watch revealed that it was time for him to join Rave and Shuu for their expedition to the cinema.
“Unfortunately,” Sky interrupted again, his voice clear among the reduced murmurings. “You’re all wrong.”
Stepping through the small crowd, the youth slipped his shoeless foot into the article that had so entrapped the amateur critics. Kneeling down to tie the laces, he continued, “This piece is, in fact, meant to demonstrate the gullibility and stupidity of mankind, and the way in which people can be so easily led to believe something, and even draw their own wild conclusions, without so much as a single word of prompting.”
Standing and dusting the knees of his trousers off, Sky addressed the onlookers, all of whom appeared to be struggling to understand what he was saying. “In short, this is my shoe, you’re all morons, and I have to leave now. Enjoy the rest of the exhibit, but don’t read too deeply into the ‘hidden meanings’. Most of them are a heap of crap anyway.”
Title: Horizon
Theme: Art
Genre: Humour/Observation
Rating: U
Feedback: Yes, public
Warnings: None whatsoever!
Notes: Another character introduction piece, this time as a vignette, so it’s again quite short. Enjoy anyway!
A/N: I can see myself having a lot of fun with this guy in future. He has quite a cynical outlook – even contempt – for humanity, but in a very ‘nothing personal’ sort of way. He’d probably fit in well among us lot, actually!
Horizon
“It’s simply masterful, isn’t it?”
“The underlying emotion and depth is phenomenal.”
Sky stood silently among the art critics gazing upon the piece in question, his face solemn as he listened to the gushing praise each man issued.
“Truly, it’s a work by a genius!”
That much, at least, he could agree with.
The item that had so captivated the predominantly metrosexual crowd was a brown leather shoe, strategically placed on the floor a matter of inches from the middle of the room. The black laces lay open either side of it, one perpendicular to the shoe and the other at approximately a forty-five degree angle opposite to the heel. The perpendicular lace bent almost ninety degrees in the middle so that it faced in the same direction as the toe, while the other doubled back almost one-eighty degrees, so that it pointed to the rear of the shoe.
“Do you suppose it’s a reflection on the different ways we can travel through life?”
“I’d think it’s more referring to the many directions life can take us.”
They were, Sky supposed, reasonable theories, considering what modern art sometimes represented in incredibly obscure fashions.
“Ah, but don’t you think that scuff on the toe perhaps represents the artist’s inner conflict, or childhood trauma?”
The youth faintly quirked an eyebrow at that suggestion, though he showed no other outward reaction.
“I believe it’s an anti-war protest, demonstrating the aimlessness and pointlessness of conflict, and sympathising with the hardships they have to go through.”
That one was impressive…
“But who do you suppose the artist is?”
“It’s hard to say; it doesn’t fit in with any of the other exhibitions, and it isn’t mentioned in any of the brochures either. Perhaps it’s an anonymous work?”
“But surely they’d at least use a pseudonym?”
“And there’s not even a title!”
“Horizon,” Sky uttered, interrupting the group for the first time with his soft, low voice.
“Pardon?”
“The piece,” he repeated, “is called Horizon.”
“I see…”
“Ah! Then perhaps it is intended to inspire people to go on a journey, and broaden their horizons?”
“Nonsense; quite clearly, it’s meant to show that we should shed the items of everyday life, and explore new things. Broadening our horizons on a much more personal level is far more important than seeing the world, after all. The artist is talking about spirituality!”
“And the scuff must represent a tarnished spirit; perhaps a memory that he longs to shed? Like some sort of childhood trauma?”
Sky briefly felt an urge to, as Shuu would put it, ‘palmface’ – as he understood it, that meant to smack one’s palm against one’s face in an expression of disbelief. The owner of that voice had to be a psychologist of some description.
Still, at least it appeared he no longer had to stand the inane babbling of those he’d dubbed the ‘Arty-farty’ types. A cursory glance at his watch revealed that it was time for him to join Rave and Shuu for their expedition to the cinema.
“Unfortunately,” Sky interrupted again, his voice clear among the reduced murmurings. “You’re all wrong.”
Stepping through the small crowd, the youth slipped his shoeless foot into the article that had so entrapped the amateur critics. Kneeling down to tie the laces, he continued, “This piece is, in fact, meant to demonstrate the gullibility and stupidity of mankind, and the way in which people can be so easily led to believe something, and even draw their own wild conclusions, without so much as a single word of prompting.”
Standing and dusting the knees of his trousers off, Sky addressed the onlookers, all of whom appeared to be struggling to understand what he was saying. “In short, this is my shoe, you’re all morons, and I have to leave now. Enjoy the rest of the exhibit, but don’t read too deeply into the ‘hidden meanings’. Most of them are a heap of crap anyway.”
