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#’steal shit get cursed’

I’m not saying Chel may have done things

#I'm saying she -definitely- did the things. and actively continues to do so.

“Call those flashcards art, frame ‘em and sell ‘em, honey” *winks*

I DID NOT SUFFER THROUGH PERSPECTIVE AND FORESHORTENING FOR THIS

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Edgar Degas, Repetition of the Dance (detail), 1877.

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Also… how does the museum even get these famous paintings?? Like, you would not BELIEVE the paper trail even a small set of ceramic sherds leaves, so what about these priceless works of art? “Where’d that Whistler get to?” “Oh, y’know. Some imaginary island where the museum walls are scorched with dragonfire.” “Ha ha! But really. Where did it go.” *intense curator crazy eyes bore into your soul*

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[Quinn looking uncomfortable and sidestepping through a door that wasn’t there .5 seconds ago]

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Generous donations were also made by the Muses. They hoard things. Maybe there are secret duplicates.

WHO KNOWS.

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is this an exuse for me to show off my fav paintings? MAYBE

but like goose, impressionism is mah faaave.

dada can go somewhere elllllse

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Taniel wails. He loves dada. He is wounded heart-deep by your disdain.

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I don’t always fight a city, but when I do, it’s over Dada.

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“Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean it’s not art and doesn’t express something to someone!” *pitiful lip-quivering* Rosie, you’re gonna lose. He is delighted by anything anyone has ever called art.

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This is a frigging signed toilet, Taniel. Art is art is art, but dammit all if I have make a set of 100 flashcards on Dada for an exam EVER AGAIN.

Brightening a little with a flicker of hopefulness; the spirit in question offered Ella one of his long-fingered hands with a wiggle of his fingers, lips quirking. "I'd--hate to pull you away from your Baroques, though," Goose said softly, eyes smiling. "But--if you w--ant to, I would be--honored to view them with you." He tilted his head. "You view things with su--ch--" He searched for a word well-suited for her vibrance. "Life," Goose finished a bit lamely, laughing a little around the word.

“Is there any other way to go about it?” Taking his hand with ease, Ella smiled once again, heading towards the promised galleries. “Baroques will always be there for me. Impressionism’s got to have a bit of attention, too! I know for a fact they’ve brought in some works by Monet, Toulouse-Lautrec, Manet – oh! And Renoir! You’ll love it.”

#in which these two are now friends and will have museum days at least once a month #FIGHT ME RICO #also scene? .v. thank you for playing with meeee

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is this an exuse for me to show off my fav paintings? MAYBE

but like goose, impressionism is mah faaave.

dada can go somewhere elllllse

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Taniel wails. He loves dada. He is wounded heart-deep by your disdain.

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I don’t always fight a city, but when I do, it’s over Dada.

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Nodding slowly, Goose followed Ella's gestures and noted how the painting seemed to resonate like a framed sun. Tilting his head, Goose stepped closer to the image, trying to discern what it was about the piece he liked most. It wasn't the blank serenity of the people pictured; nor the religious iconography. Lifting a finger to his lips, Goose tapped it, contemplating. "It's--as though the c--andles are real," he said softly, at long last. "Like we're actually l--ooking in a window. Incredible."

“That’s what I think Baroque does exceptionally well. It draws you in, and you feel like you’re part of the moment, somehow. You know, there’s a gallery filled with Impressionist works.” Ella grinned, gently nudging the ghost’s shoulder. “I can show you where it is. Maybe we’ll find some of your favorites there and you can point them out to me.”

is this an exuse for me to show off my fav paintings? MAYBE

but like goose, impressionism is mah faaave.

dada can go somewhere elllllse

Watching Ella talk about art was similar to seeing Tahno fling paint at a canvas. It was a medium in and of itself, to see joy and passion blossom on Ella's face. He sighed happily to himself; hugging his skinny frame with wiry arms, pacing after Ella on stork legs to the next Baroque display. His silvery eyes scanned the Calling of Matthew with thoughtful interest, then drifted back to Ella. "Theatricality p--aying off," he noted, stepping closer to examine the painting. "It's--breathtaking."

Nodding, Ella turned towards another painting - a Portuguese artist, this time, Josefa de Obidos. “The Nativity. Religious iconography wasn’t as prevalent in Baroque as it was in the Renaissance, but it still found its way onto canvas. See this one?” She traced the outer edges of the painting (fingers kept well away from the actual piece, thank you), following the shadows, and then moved towards the middle ground. “Same idea with the contrast between light and dark, but there’s so much warmth here.”