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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 17, 2018 4:48:25 GMT
Samuel Timothy Buchanan
Emerson stood beside a piece of art that had been created by a local artist. The showcase was meant to be highlighting the local artists, but so far, as disappointed as he was, all he'd seen were pieces that looked like recreations. Nothing looked... raw. It all looked like cheap imitations. It pained him that this was what he was giving his parents' wealth to. But, nonetheless, he had promised to continue to support those amateurs in town who didn't have the opportunities he'd so fortunately had.
Holding a glass in his head, holding it a little tighter than usual to prevent the tremors being so noticeable, Emerson moved on to a pretty looking piece, a little morbid, but then, he was a fan of pieces like that. It spoke to him, like his own art did. Simply looking at the color palate that was used, it spoke volumes to the type of pain the artist was going through. This was what he'd wanted to see, something raw, something pure, something not seen. Appreciating it, he took a note of the name scrawled on the little post it below it. He saw potential in pieces like this.
[ so, going by Emerson's model's actual look, tattoos and piercings, Emerson wouldn't really strike you, at first, as being a wealthy man, he looks like he should be the artist that created the morbid piece he's looking at here lol
afternote :: do you know who Black Veil Brides are? ] |
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 18, 2018 1:30:44 GMT
It had been a long day of making plans with the presenter of an art show in New York City that would be on display in a few weeks, and he had worked tirelessly to gain a few spots for the work he planned on selling. He took a deep breath and looked around the place, sipping his flute of champagne, raising an eyebrow when he noticed a man standing in front of a rather...morbid painting. Often times morbid was a big seller, since they usually held more depth of feeling. He walked behind the man, studying the painting inch by inch.
[yup, I know of them lol, I don't care for them. Not my style]
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 18, 2018 2:06:31 GMT
[ I find Andy's voice to be very... sexy. I'm not going to lie, I only like a couple of their songs, but I find Andy attractive - sticking to my proper emo roots lol ]
Emerson fidgeted with his lip ring as he looked over the piece, before he realized someone was behind him, also viewing it. At these sort of things, Emerson loved hearing other people's opinion on the things he found intriguing. "What do you think the artist was feeling when creating the piece?" he asked the man stood behind him, stepping to the side so that he could see.
[ I'm really bad, I'm honestly just watching a video of an Andy interview, just for his voice ]
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 18, 2018 16:30:46 GMT
[lol! Yeah I'll stick with Demi Lovato and Brad Paisley haha!]
Sam gave a sly, crooked smirk as he stepped forward to observe the details of the painting. He'd taken enough classes to know what to look for in a painting. His icy blue eyes scanned with appreciation. "So many dark crimsons might suggest anger or depression, but the brush strokes don't match the feeling. They're calm, yet not precise. The person painting this may have, so to speak...given into the dark side" he cast a sideways glance and smirked "Or at least, comfortable with the darkness they live in."
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 18, 2018 23:09:49 GMT
As this other man looked over the piece, Emerson studied the brushstrokes and the colors, how deliberate some of them seemed, and came to an almost different conclusion. "The artist, judging by how deliberate sections look, went through a bout of different emotions, almost like they had a breakdown. The strokes suggest feeling calm, almost lucid, while the colors depict dark thoughts, overwhelming pain, if you look at how they overlap, the emotions were mixed and confusing." It was almost the same as what this other man had said. "I would say they most definitely have a dark side within them. And this piece was almost like their way of expressing that side, deliberate colors clashing with the calmness of the strokes... Unwanted thoughts and emotions, things they cannot understand. I'd say the creator has an underlying illness, possibly mental, that they are scared of, confused and completely overwhelmed by." Reading a piece of artwork was always open to interpretation. Each person had their own unique views, this was just Emerson's. "But that's just my interpretation."
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 19, 2018 2:31:14 GMT
Sam smirked and nodded, addressing his points and then said in a quiet voice "I agree, although, I'd say most artists are a little mad" he smirked "Personally, I think that's what makes them stand out. A perfect combination..." he turned to him and held his hand out "Samuel Buchanan."
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 19, 2018 2:37:30 GMT
Most of the artists he knew were mad or going there. The rest were fakes who just called themselves artists. Emerson was the type of artist who created from his life experiences, his mother's illness and death had been the time when his own morbid stage started and he hadn't fallen out of it. "Emerson Ashford." he introduced himself, extending his hand for a moment, seeing it tremor slightly, before he quickly shook the other man's hand. "Buchanan... Why have I heard that before?" he questioned.
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 21, 2018 1:39:36 GMT
Samuel gave a light shrug "Common name perhaps" he said, offering a small smile "Do you come here often then?"
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 21, 2018 18:22:11 GMT
"Why? Are you trying to hookup?" Emerson asked, in response. That was a pickup line, it was one he'd used once or twice when he was feeling like being silly. "I hope that isn't your intentions and you are here for the art." he joked and laughed. "I grew up in town and my parents were big art lovers, so I do what I can to keep this place running. My parents are sort of patrons."
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 21, 2018 23:06:06 GMT
Samuel raised an eyebrow, not responding to his pickup line question and instead said "Who are your parents? Perhaps I know of them."
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 21, 2018 23:51:23 GMT
"Robert and Denise Ashford." Emerson told him, clearing his throat. They were both deceased. If this guy knew them, he'd only know of them. "I inherited the money my father made and I give back to the community and culture I grew up surrounded by. My mom loved this place and so did my dad, because she loved it." So, even though they were dead, Robert and Denise contributed a lot, with Emerson's help.
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 22, 2018 0:30:00 GMT
Sam nodded in response "I've heard of them. They were good people from what I've heard" he said and looked around the place "This place doesn't seem to get too many people does it?"
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 22, 2018 0:40:22 GMT
Emerson frowned as he looked around at the small crowd. "It used to be much more popular." he told him, sighing slightly. "Art is not as popular." At least, not as popular as it used to be. "Well, it's not as popular with those who can't afford it."
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Post by Samuel Timothy Buchanan on Apr 22, 2018 1:10:01 GMT
"True.." he said as he thought and pursed his lips "If people could afford it, do you think it would be more popular?"
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Post by Emerson Gillies Ashford on Apr 22, 2018 1:33:03 GMT
Emerson took a moment and then nodded his head. He had seen people who had looked in through the window, came in, had a look around, and had heard them whispering to the person they were with about how expensive it was. "I think, affordability is a big thing." he nodded his head. "We're not all Picasso or Monet." he told Samuel. "No one wants to pay $3000 dollars for something a nobody painted. That's the truth."
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