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.
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.