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cosette amaira dehlavi, seasonsfm.
the sun warms those gathered at st. hampton's court palace, soft rays peeking through clouds sparse, meager and white. though spring has not yet fully come, flowers bloom regardless, florets of all shades dotting the party in hues incomparable. it's unlike anything cosette has ever seen ; scenery like this, people like this, the respectability and decency they don like silk. back home springtime brings hard work, boats full of carp, bream and trout ⎯⎯ rope bared hands collecting calluses, days ending with a burn in sinew that feels good. earned. here it begets something else entirely, no markets full of fresh fish and a lack of refinement but produce and hagglers all the same. she should be out there among them, using this precious opportunity to find her own catch, but instead she's retired to a game tent, shade providing privacy for something she knows it shouldn’t. wagers. she's up a few shillings, whist games played, becoming whist games won. lips have found themselves in a eternal smile, not the one she's been donning for most of the day, forced and sterile, but something genuine, wolfish in it's own right. ❝ i think we should up the stakes, do you not? ❞
⤷ 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : the great exhibition room . 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 : open , accepting replies .
“ some people take art to be a way to express emotions . ” she started , gaze never leaving the painting hanging on the wall . “ others see it as a way of eternalising the present . ” finally , amélia looked at the person standing next to her at the exhibit . “ which of those are you ? unless … you are a secret third option , with a different view entirely . if that is the case , please , do tell . i would be delighted to hear it . ”
❝ i will be truthful, i know not much of art. ❞ words are said softly as they gaze at the piece before them, eyes not once forsaking the scene laid bare. there was something gripping about it, stirring. relatable in a way she didn't want to unfurl or sit with. ❝ i think people make what they know. if it is pain that you know … it is pain that is reflected. ❞ a pause, a turn their way. ❝ what do you think of art? ❞
MISS COSETTE AMAIRA DEHLAVI
/ clumsy in every nature but physical ; boots caked in mud and grime, evidence of a night spent in an unsavory manner ; warm notes of amber, vanilla and tobacco acting as announcement ; sea salt craved and yearned for ...
Elegant ladies with cloche hats buying fish
c.1925, oil on canvas,33 x 39 cm
Paul Fischer (Danish,1860-1934)
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