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Post by McKenna Kelly on Apr 28, 2010 11:39:38 GMT -5
McKenna finally had enough courage to go over to the new art gallery in Hogsmeade. Luckily she had bought a bag recently that she could stuff whatever she wanted in it and it wouldn't become heavy.
Carefully McKenna put her art portfolio in her bag. She had a hard decision to pick which paintings and drawings she wanted to take with her. A few included a copy of the painting she did of Maia's garden. The first painting of Maia's garden she gave to her, but the second painting she kept to see if it could possibly be put in an art show. She chose different landscapes and two paintings of people as they went about their daily business.
Once everything was carefully put in her bag, McKenna left for Hogsmeade feeling slightly nervous about it. She had never had anything on display and not too many people had ever seen her artwork. That was the reason she was nervous that maybe it wasn't good enough. However, today was the day she could find that out.
Arriving at the new art gallery, she took in a deep breath and went inside. The inside was breathtaking. There were amazing sculptures that caught her attention. Sculpting was something McKenna wished she was good at. Her sculptures always ended up looking like some sort of heap of something. She took her time looking around at the art work before looking around for the owner who she owled before she came.
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on May 10, 2010 15:34:54 GMT -5
Virginia had just sold her first sculpture since opening the gallery, and she was just finishing up with the paperwork and arranging the delivery. Of course, deliveries were simpler when she could use magic, but Virginia still preferred to be professional about it. A sculpture wasn't just something that someone should be able to carry out of the gallery in a bag, like just another pair of shoes. It should be delivered carefully, and so she had hired a delivery service to handle all deliveries to buyers.
As soon as she was finished writing up the paperwork, Virginia glanced up at the clock and realized the time. A girl named McKenna Kelly was supposed to be coming in to show her work at 3:00... and it was ten after now!
Immediately, she rolled up the delivery form and made a note to bring it by the owl office later. Then she stood up and hurried out to the main part of the gallery, where she saw the girl waiting.
"Hello," she said politely. "Are you Ms. Kelly?"
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Post by McKenna Kelly on May 10, 2010 17:52:20 GMT -5
She was more occupied with looking at the sculptures to realize what time it was. They were all very detailed. When a voice broke the silence in the gallery, McKenna looked away from one of the sculptures.
"Yes, I am," she replied just as politely. McKenna took a few steps over to the lady who addressed her. "You're Ms. duMaurier?" She didn't want to just take for granted that it was her. After all, McKenna had never met the woman before. "Are you the one that has made all of these sculptures? They're gorgeous."
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Jun 10, 2010 17:55:37 GMT -5
Virginia moved closer to the girl to get a better look at her. She was young, but she seemed very smart and sophisticated. Virginia decided rather quickly that she liked the girl.
"Oui, I am," she replied warmly, extending a hand to her. "You may call me Virginia."
A light tint of pink appeared on Virginia's cheeks when the girl complimented her sculptures. They were, of course, her pride and joy. They were like her children, born out of love and inspiration. "Merci," she said simply. "I'm glad you like them."
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Post by McKenna Kelly on Jun 12, 2010 18:08:28 GMT -5
"It's very nice to meet you," she said as she reached her hand out to shake Virginia's. "And please call me McKenna." McKenna didn't really care too terribly much for the formal Ms. Kelly stuff. She would deal with it if she had to, however.
"I've never been able to really make my sculptures just right. Something always happens to them to cause them to not turn out alright. I suppose I'm just more of a painter, but it is great to see some one who has the talent to make something like this so detailed." McKenna glanced back at one of the sculptures then back to Virginia.
"I appreciate you meeting with me today."
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Aug 21, 2010 21:28:25 GMT -5
Virginia turned and took an appraising look at the piece in front of her. It was one of her most intricate pieces and had taken nearly a month to complete to her satisfaction. Yet even now, she could still look at it and see something else that needed to be done to it, some finishing touch that would make it better. But there came a time when one simply had to let it go. It had taken Virginia a long time to learn that important lesson.
"I feel the same way about my paintings," she replied, turning back to McKenna. "I always feel I can do better, and in the end, I am never happy with the finished product. With sculpting, I always reach a point where I know it's done. Yes, it could always be improved, but eventually, I'll reach a point where I know it's ready to stand on its own."
She let out a laugh at this, realizing how odd it must sound. It was the kind of thing only another artist could truly understand; her pieces really were just like her children to her.
"I am pleased to meet with you, aussi," she replied. "I have been hoping to get more paintings in here; something to add a little couleur. S'il vous plait, let us look at the pieces you have brought for me today?"
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Post by McKenna Kelly on Aug 29, 2012 16:55:07 GMT -5
"Of course," McKenna replied with a smile. Pieces of art were always like your own children. After all, a person took so much time to create it. She felt a little nervous again. Not too many people were able to see her paintings, but it was time to maybe have her hard work pay off.
"I brought in about ten paintings and ten drawings. I do a little of both. I wasn't exactly sure what you're expectations would be." She reached into her charmed art portfolio and started to pull out different paintings. She sat each one down carefully as she divided them into landscapes and people in their daily lives. After she finished pulling them out, she also pulled out her drawings. "My drawings tend to be more of people than landscapes. Most people have no idea I'm drawing them." McKenna smiled as she held her book in her hands. "Feel free to have a look at all of them."
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Post by Virginia duMaurier on Mar 20, 2013 23:20:11 GMT -5
"Of course," McKenna replied with a smile. Pieces of art were always like your own children. After all, a person took so much time to create it. She felt a little nervous again. Not too many people were able to see her paintings, but it was time to maybe have her hard work pay off.
"I brought in about ten paintings and ten drawings. I do a little of both. I wasn't exactly sure what you're expectations would be." She reached into her charmed art portfolio and started to pull out different paintings. She sat each one down carefully as she divided them into landscapes and people in their daily lives. After she finished pulling them out, she also pulled out her drawings. "My drawings tend to be more of people than landscapes. Most people have no idea I'm drawing them." McKenna smiled as she held her book in her hands. "Feel free to have a look at all of them."
Since most of Virginia's paintings, when she chose to paint, were of landscapes, she took a particular interest in McKenna's portraits. The drawings had a raw, almost gritty quality to them, seeming to capture the essence of the person, right down to the expressions in their eyes. Difficult to achieve in simple drawings.
"These are good," she said approvingly as she looked through the pieces. "I really like the ones of people... we don't have a lot of portraits here. I'm going to have to check with legal about displaying them, because the people don't know they're in them... But they're so good, that I don't imagine we'll get sued or anything. I'll take them all and any other similar pieces you've got."
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