The Beauty of Inspiration

[losthunter]

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?"

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[iamgood]

Martha is a new arrival to the Nexus, and while her traveling companion is no stranger to the place she is strolling around. The amount of non-human life isn't a big surprise to a veteran traveler, and she walks around like she almost belongs there.

She comes to a stop and she looks at the gentleman with a gazillion tattoos, and it isn't the canvas of flesh that catches her eye. It is the canvas and the paint jars, and the question that have her walk closer to him. She looks at the piece, and she tries to figure out what it is that he is painting.

"My folks. But my inspiration comes from..." Martha looks up at the sky in the plaza, and she points a finger towards the stars. "The stars up above." She's used to seeing a sky that doesn't look like Earth's.

[juststeverogers]

Eventually when Hunter turns around as he's wiping his hands clean of the paint he will notice someone else standing to the side and watching with interest as he works on the painting.

It's been a long, long, long time since Steve has been in the Nexus. He didn't expect to see faces he recognizes. Hunter is definitely not someone he's met before. All the same, he watches the man work intently. His gaze rarely leaving the canvas.

When Steve notices he has Hunter's attention he gives a sheepish smile.

"My memories. Often times, my art's all I have left of people and places." Steve nods to the man's painting. "Where do you find yours?"

[romeoinabox]

What a strange and wondrous thing it is to see an artist at work. Red looks over the canvas with a discerning eye as he ponders the question, enjoying both artist and the art at the same time.

"People are my inspiration. Finding what they need and a solution to get it that benefits both them and myself requires a creative process that I enjoy delving into as often as possible." His eyes wander away from Hunter as he steps closer to the canvas, his hands clasped behind his back as he takes in every inch of it. "The world is my canvas, and I paint it with deeds both great and small."