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fandomhigh2009-02-16 06:37 am
Entry tags:
Blank Page Art Club, Art Classroom, Monday 2/16 (After Classes)
It wasn't by intention or design that Katchoo made it down before everyone else did this week, unless you meant by the intention and design of a cute and innocuous little clock who'd pestered her and pestered her until she headed down just to find that she was the first one there.
With a shrug, she got all the supplies out, set up an easel for herself in the corner, and got to work after putting up a sign that read:
Georgia O'Keefe had flowers. What's your metaphor?
It wasn't really a discussion question. It was just sort of there -- she wanted to see if the dirty implications hadn't occurred to anyone yet, and how they'd react.
With a shrug, she got all the supplies out, set up an easel for herself in the corner, and got to work after putting up a sign that read:
Georgia O'Keefe had flowers. What's your metaphor?
It wasn't really a discussion question. It was just sort of there -- she wanted to see if the dirty implications hadn't occurred to anyone yet, and how they'd react.

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She was around and picking at a pack of Skittles, and possibly also giving some thought to metaphors.
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"What are you looking so smirky about?"
Might as well get the question straight out there.
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"Death," she announced. "Death is my metaphor."
... and she wondered why people thought she was morbid.
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"For what?" he asked, smirking.
And maybe blushing a little bit, too, because, come on. Geogria O'Keefe and metaphors, here.
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"For, like, everything," she said, looking at her shoes because this was too sincere to really share with everyone. "If you see how somebody dies, what their funeral is like, you see how they lived. It's like this bizarre little snapshot of everything else."
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It wasn't; his metaphor, he decided, was red, but he wasn't going to say that. Birth worked; he'd been born twice. And it was ironic, because it was something he'd never be able to create.
Art was deep, man.
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She had missed her family's funerals; she could never decide if she regretted that or not.
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