ouHer mouth had opened to argue with him. Her work was far more than “pretty”. It had function, purpose, and did more than just impress, aesthetically speaking. But, it was also evident that Mason wasn’t finished with the folder, and seemed to be studying its contents a little more closely. He surprised her by finding a medium that she hasn’t considered previously.
But it didn’t seem that he was quite done as he continued to speak, and Izzy fell silent to listen to him. He wasn’t wrong. So, there wasn’t a chisel and hammer to break off pieces of marble, and it wasn’t exactly traditional metal sculpting, but there was more than a little artistry that went into everything, from the very beginning of the project’s design idea to the end product. Both eyebrows raised slightly as he expressed that he’d like to see how this one turned out, if she ever actually decided to complete it.
As with anything else that she did in her “spare” time, actually getting around to working on this one would take time and resources. It would suck at first, the payoff later would be nice when she was able to sell it. Chuckling softly, her eyes lit with amusement as her chin inclined slightly, “Well, I guess the only way that you’ll be able to see it when it’s completed is if there’s a way for me to reach you after today. I can’t promise that it will be any time soon as the person who was supposed to footing the bill has fallen through, but it could happen.”
To say that she had nothing really better to do made her sound somewhat sad and pathetic. Much better to let him make his own guess as to what that meant. He could take it how he wanted to. Or ask questions. Either way, Izzy was game to answer if he chose to play.
Shaking her head gently, she grinned somewhat wryly, though there were traces of sarcasm in the expression. “Yeah…. Kind of afraid that if he contacts me after standing me up for an appointment that he, himself, set up months ago, he’ll be declined. The design is mine, and I am now free to do with it what I will. He had plenty of time to contact me to reschedule if there was a conflict, but he chose not to.”
It sounded mean, but she didn’t have the time to waste on people who weren’t serious. She had more than enough other projects, both personal and paid, to occupy her time.
Izzy’s lips curved up into a more gentle smile, less of her usual grin, as Mason spoke a little about how he started drawing and where he found his ideas from. “Do you still carry a similar sketchpad with you?” She leaned forward just a little, her eyes curious. “What have you drawn most recently and what did you do with it?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. One sec.” He motioned for her to follow and went over to a corner where he’d stacked a couple of things. Digging through them he pulled out a card and handed it to her. It wasn’t anything fancy, just his name and number, and a website address. “The website is just a personal gallery website, if you wanted to see some of my other paintings that aren’t in this show. Or just see what other styles I like. But that’s the best number to reach me at. If I don’t answer, just leave a message and I’ll return it as soon as I get it. I’d really like to see more of what you do. It’s really interesting.”
She asked about a sketch book next and Mason paused, held up a finger and went back into the pile of things. Crouching down, he searched through a couple before he handed her one. “It’s just little things. Cityscaps of people and things I see on the street. Sometimes I don’t do anything with them, sometimes I turn them into something bigger. Just depends on if they speak to me or not.”
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