Mechanical Beasts - Created by Graham Stephens
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Mechanical Beasts - Created by Graham Stephens
Prints available for sale at the Fringe Focus Shop.
Stefano/OC short
Can I get off my bullshit for like one second?
The answer would be a hard NÖ
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The first time he met Stefano, was at an exhibit in the city.
People crowded the exhibition halls and it was hard to see anything past them. So he had veered off to a slightly less packed area.
Looking around had shown that this hall was decorated with photographs, upon photographs.
At first, they didn’t seem worth looking at, as what little audience was here, seemed to shy away from them.
That had peaked his interest somewhat and made him step in, for a closer look. This photograph depicted a vase of some kind, though it looked more like a human neck. The roses, while beautiful, seemed to erupt from within.
“You are staring quite intently, my friend”.
The sudden voice tears him from his daze and he turns toward the sound. A man is standing to his right, a smile curving his lips.
“Ah no, I just-“
He scratches his head, unsure of what exactly he wanted to say. So he settles on just voicing what he’d been thinking.
“This photo is interesting, is all. At first glance, it just looks like any other shot of a vase full of flowers”.
He turns back to it, eyes drawn to where the roses were stuffed inside the cavity of the throat.
“Yet, and this is likely just me, it seems more like the artist is trying to instill an impression”.
The man makes an inquisitive hum.
“An impression you say. What might that be?”
There’s a slight edge to the mans voice at that moment.
“Well to me, it seems like the photographer is trying to show that there’s-“
He fumbles for words for a moment. Fancy phrases aren’t in his everyday vocabulary and he’s finding it hard to get his point across.
“A um...inherent beauty, in ones passing”.
He stares for a moment longer, deciding that he’s not quite finished.
“It kind of seems like the photographer has an intimate knowledge of um, the subject matter? Almost like they’re trying to recreate something, but I’m not sure what”.
He turns away then, back to the man and notices he’s being pinned with an intense stare.
It’s almost a little unsettling, before the mans smile returns and he’s holding out a hand.
“You have a fantastic opinion, my friend. I am Stefano Valentini, the one responsible for these photos”.
Struck dumb for a moment, he leaves Stefano hanging, before snapping out of it and taking his hand.
“Ah um, name-Graham, is my name. I’m not an artist”.
They shake hands briefly while Stefano laughs.
“So it would appear. Though you have excellent taste, when it comes to it”.