Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Yeah it was. I got most of my feelings on the matter out when I was painting. Mum and I had a bit of a moment though, just now. Nobody else should know who it is from the title though, and it's not for sale so..." he trailed off and shrugged. He wasn't sure what he was actually going to do with the portrait now it was done, but he knew it wasn't going to leave the family, although he doubted his Dad wanted a large image of his wife's former partner in his home. He wasn't sure he wanted it in his flat either though.
"Muggle weekend is what it implies. We're all freezing all of our work and open the gallery up to muggles. Hence the family descending. It's not quite the same when you're used to the magical stuff, but Ophelia and I both sell to muggles anyway, and Braith has been known to, and Cadmus didn't put up too much resistance, so we're trying it out. Just for next weekend." He wasn't sure their advertising campaign had been quite so impressive in the muggle world (Parkinson's influence aside), but it was worth a try. "I wouldn't mind an extra body though, if you're free. I think they're coming down on Saturday. I'll let you know though."
He sniggered, he had no actual plans to sing and dance. It was the sort of thing he only did in private or when he was drunk, the latter happened almost never nowadays. "No actual singing and dancing, you got enough of that at my birthday." He bristled at the implication of her words. "Yes he's going to be nice to her! I know we were a bit... weird for a while when I started going out with her but he's not actually that much of a prat," he defended hotly. Although if Ophelia and Seamus didn't get on he wasn't sure what he'd do.
Rolling his eyes Dean gestured Susan onwards. "Hey I have no problems with nudity, and nudity for art in particular, but I still think it's a bit odd when it's your friends," he said. "Next we've got a plaque of Ophelia's, you can ask her about her things later, and my favourite is a vase further back anyway," he said, gesturing further into the room. "On the right the first of Cadmus' pieces," he said. This one was a tall, narrow, stone form although without consulting the label Dean would have trouble identifying what exactly it was.
"My next one is Cadmus at work. I may not be his biggest fan, but watching him work is fascinating," he said, watching as the painted version of the man moved around the very room they were in. It was an extremely large piece, even by the standard of Dean who was rather fond of large canvases, but capturing the scale of what Cadmus did made it necessary. In fact the piece he was working on in that painting was in the other half of the gallery. There had been debate about putting them together but it had been decided against in the end. The portrait version would make and re-make that particular sculpture on an extremely long loop as far as he knew. It took several long days to complete though, it was a bronze piece and in the portrait Cadmus was still sculpting the clay to make the mould.