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nexus_crossings2017-07-28 08:41 am
losthunter) wrote in nexus_crossings2017-07-28 08:41 am
The Beauty of Inspiration
There is a large canvas set up in the Plaza today. The majority of the canvas, which is five feet in height and close to seven feet in length, is currently blank. But there is an artist who is working on the first portion of his project.
Hunter has a very unique appearance. A network of vine-themed tattoos cover his face and neck (and since he is wearing a tank top today, those same tattoos are also visible on his arms). There is a large rose bush tattoo on his left forearm that seems to be connected to the vines that run up his arm. He is completely bald. A large silver tree is prominently placed on his forehead, which trails down to a nose-bridge piercing. He has no eyebrows, instead Arabic writing is tattooed along his brow line. And along the right side of his cheek is a deep red scar.
At his side is a large trolley, that currently holds a multitude of paint jars. There is also a large container of rose petals, which every now and then Hunter uses to dip into the paint and place onto the canvas to create a multi-dimensional appearance to his creation.
He also has a few cloths available, so every now and then he can clean his hands, step back and look at the piece. It is during one of those moments, that Hunter asks his question. "Where do you find your inspiration?"
Hunter has a very unique appearance. A network of vine-themed tattoos cover his face and neck (and since he is wearing a tank top today, those same tattoos are also visible on his arms). There is a large rose bush tattoo on his left forearm that seems to be connected to the vines that run up his arm. He is completely bald. A large silver tree is prominently placed on his forehead, which trails down to a nose-bridge piercing. He has no eyebrows, instead Arabic writing is tattooed along his brow line. And along the right side of his cheek is a deep red scar.
At his side is a large trolley, that currently holds a multitude of paint jars. There is also a large container of rose petals, which every now and then Hunter uses to dip into the paint and place onto the canvas to create a multi-dimensional appearance to his creation.
He also has a few cloths available, so every now and then he can clean his hands, step back and look at the piece. It is during one of those moments, that Hunter asks his question. "Where do you find your inspiration?"
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He takes careful time studying the woman in the nurse uniform. And then the woman with the dark curls. He smiles slightly at the action in the drawing, capturing the moment of her punching out a larger soldier.
Hunter also takes the time to study the more recent drawings.
"Really?" Hunter chuckles lowly in his throat. "I grew up in Manhattan."
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Steve chuckles then, a quiet sound that does wonders for relieving the out of touch expression he'd worn while studying the drawings. It helps to be reminded of where and when he is. Sometimes it's easy to get lost in his memories.
"In the 2000s I'm assuming? The time you're from I mean."
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"Yes. 2017. Are you from an earlier time?"
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He knows it's a vague answer but the truth is complicated. Especially considering the Nexus.
"I came to the Nexus from December, 1941 the first time. But it's 2017 where and when I work, now. So while I'm from an earlier time, I'm living in a modern world now." And only partially thanks to Nexus shenanigans, at that.
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"So you crossed the timeline, to now be where you are. That must be difficult to catch up with all the differences."
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Steve rubs at the back of his neck. It's really quite the mind trip every time he thinks too hard about it.
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"I find, that the art always helps me focus my mind."
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Perhaps because of that memory Steve decides to paint a bouquet of golden yellow tulips tied together with a warm burgundy ribbon that drapes off of the small table he's made for them to sit on.
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