Vacant Composition (Open) Nov 8, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Nov 8, 2019 23:08:44 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Eerie, strange would be that atmosphere that Sanbu felt from this famed location on Namek. Though he had never seen it once before the rumors he heard served only but to underestimate the sheer grandiosity of the piece standing before him. An elaborate and meticulously crafted shrine made likely of the hand of some ancient artisan long passed away and marvelously lay the Majin before that very reliquary. "Awe-inspiring, this sophisticated piece of architecture stands here with a certain radiance to it. Their mysticism eludes me and yet I must learn more. Just what is a man supposed to do at times like these? I need not forget this image, I must put this to painting."
Lounging about on the ground, the Majin would begin to apply his efforts steadily and put to paper his creative vigor. Taking hold of a brush in one hand as he made use of a careful series of ink jars and other, more finely pointed brushes to express the various mental and emotional processes taking place within him as he found pleasurable feeling in the participation of such a beloved activity. There was much to be taken note of and so little time to waste if he were to capture it all. With a hand careful as a surgeon's touch did Sanbu start to make certain strokes as to create the composition he had in mind. A scenery, its focus; The shrine and more importantly the legend surrounding it.
"Ah, now there's a detail I was about to forget. This mythical creature, serpent-like or so they say. Much as in this painting of mine there's got to be a relation between this beast and the shrine itself. Much as this scenic depiction gives some context, without actual information to sustain the context's application one might as well not have it all. A good work of art is never born without inspiration and relation to the circumstances around it. I suppose I can continue at this craft despite it all but oh what a shame, truly." A slight sigh was had on Sanbu's part as he continued refining the unfinished painting, lost in thought while he worked away at the task at hand. <Information. Oh what a perturbing matter to talk about. Fleeting as the distant winds.>