Aug. 6th, 2020

white_oleander: (peekig in)
Astrid really wasn't surprised that her conversation with Mae yesterday had lead her to basically sketching out her ideas and thoughts well into the night, and now, in the light of day and realizing it had been a while since she'd done anything new with the wall in her bedroom, she had a new inspiration. She felt sort of bad, painting over the last one, the sound painting she'd made from Foomy's babbling, especially because it really sort of drove home how some of the quietness lately seemed to be from the lack of Nina's bellowing voice bouncing off the hallways, but...it was time, and she really loved this new idea and it would be a big, sweeping project that would take a long time and give her something to focus on.

So the windows were opened, the sheets and tarps were dragged out, and the the slashes and shapes and curves of Foomy's burbling were painted over, and Astrid set to the task of painting on the outline of her mural collage to be slowly filled in with the passing days. Plenty of space on the wall for all her imagined scenes of Fandom by way of Ancient Rome, all stylized in the spirit of the art at that time, though she was adding painstaking detail that no one would liked ever get close enough to even notice: Gladiator Mae in the pits at the Colluseum, her arms raised in victory to the shouts of the adoring crowd; Sabine, in the cloak of night, painting graffiti on the side of a stone wall while two clueless Centurians in armor more remnicent of troopers than strictly historically accurate, passed by unaware; Wayne and Nina front and center in the forum engaged in a spirited debate while other classmates--Shuri, Eleanor, Okuyasu, Freya-- either listened or had their own less explosive conversations in the background; herself, in front of a block of marble, slowly being sculpted away into the form of Grog, her model, staying still for so long only because he was distracted by a butterfly.

And at the center of it all was the dramatic figures that sparked it all, two charioteers that bore a striking resemblance to Alexis and Tahani, in fierce compteition with each other, their long hair streaming behind them entangled in the laurels of victory, visual contrasts embodying the same spirit of competition, the sumptuous details on their togas and sashes incredibly rich....

It was an ambitious project, it would take her a long time to finish, probably, but it was nice to have something to focus on, and anytime she started to doubt herself, to start thinking about what her classmates would think about being immortalized (temporarily, anyway, until she decided to paint something else there) and reimagined there on her bedroom wall, she just stopped for a moment, reminded herself that she didn't really care, and returned to painting out their lines.

[[ door and post are open, if a little slow due to work, but she definitely need to get this one out! ]]

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