Maddox Jameson writes fairy tales (liketheriver) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-03 14:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | daciana montagne, open |
Inspiration Run
The Wharfs was a lovely place on a Sunday. Full of people, resonating energy, cheeriness and curiosity abounding. It was almost perfection for an artist. Which was why, with camera in hand, she'd taken to the grounds to snap pictures of what she thought would make superb subjects for paintings. The colors of today seemed to pop, the energy seemed to make everything vibrate with extra life. Maybe it was the water that surrounded the wharf itself. Even though she wasn't a fan of salt water, it was water. She was a fresh water Nymph but the nature of water in itself radiated in her presence. Sang to her in a way that nothing else did. Her own personal kind of music that was directed towards her and her kind. A beautiful melody that set her at ease. She already had a lot of pictures. Photos taken that displayed different things. Families spending a nice Sunday together. Couples doting on each other, singles perusing the shops, vendors peddling their wares... there were examples of each on her camera. Multiples. Even though most people were watching the football game at home, it was still a productive day and Daciana figured she had enough for her portfolio. Enough to glean a good number of paintings to add to the gallery. Enough to add numerous to the addition coming next month right here in Summerview. But there... just there... the twenty-one year old couldn't help herself. She lifted her camera to center on the young couple on the edge of the wharf. They were leaning in for a kiss, and with the sunlight and water behind them, it was perfection. Something that, with the right colors, would make a perfect painting... |