Hollywood, California, 1993. Sunday [08/11 FT].

Claire took Astrid to see the Kandinsky show at the art museum. She’d never liked abstract art as much. She would remember her mother and her friends going over a canvas that was just black and white pinstripes, or a big red square, while Astrid preferred art that was of something. Cezanne card players, Van Gogh’s boots. She liked tiny Mughal miniatures, and ink-brushed Japanese crows and cattails and cranes.

( But if Claire wanted to see Kandinsky, they'd go see him. )

Astrid wondered how she would paint her times. Shiny cars and wounded flesh, denim blue and zigzagged dog teeth, bits of broken mirror, fire and orange moons and garnet hearts.

And she figured out, finally, how she would finally get to sending out those postcards to her friends back in Fandom, which she'd put off so long she wondered if she should even really bother, but she had a nice new stack of postcards just begging to be filled.



( Postcard to Sabine: )

( Postcard to Mae: )

( Postcard to Norman. )

[[ I have been picking at this post since pretty much the start of July, lol, but I finally DID IT. Whoo! Open for calls or letters or maybe even poking because you just so happen to be in early '90s Hollywood for whatever reason~~ First section cribbed heavily from Chapter 17 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch! ]]