Jul 29, 2015 17:22:35 GMT 8
Post by DARIELL TREVIN BUCHANAN on Jul 29, 2015 17:22:35 GMT 8
Painting... that was Dariell's passion, and his career. It was one of things that he did for most of his day, day in and day out. Dariell loved painting and if he were to say so himself he was talented. He made paintings for those that wanted him to make them something they could cherish, that was how he made money. Luckily paintings were not something that people paid little for. But Dariell had never began his career for the money. No, like most of his family before him he decided to do what he had to professionally based upon what he loved.
Painting... that was what Dariell was currently focused upon. He was up in the attic that he turned into a painting room. Most of the room was filled with his muggle style paintings that he was sure Flora hated, luckily she didn't like his profession so he didn't think she came up here all too often. Mostly it had been himself and his daughter who came up to the room. The painting he was working on currently was the one that he painted often. It had the changes in the season, when they gained new neighbors and lost old, the porches changed with new plants, new décor. Dariell loved this scene, it was why he chose this particular room when he made his painting studio, well that was one of the reasons. The painting was one that sat in a stack in numerous of styles. It was one that he painted the muggle way. He didn't magically enchant it to be a moving painting. He liked it still. A painting that was out of the norm in his life. It was also one his favorite scenes. When he was inspired to paint it, he wanted to keep it in the way of the inspiration.
It was summer and while most people enjoyed the time they could spend outside, he enjoyed the time looking out. Summer though also meant that his daughter was home from school. The quicker the summer went the less time he had with her. He finished painting the house that his room overlooked when he stood up. He turned as he looked around the room and grabbed a couple of his paintings that he would need to take to a gallery. These were the paintings that he painted from inspiration. These were the paintings that he put in galleries because they were not commissioned by people. These were the paintings that he enjoyed creating and it was clear when he painted them.
Once he picked them up he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to make some lunch. Flora was probably working and he wasn't sure where Bryony was. Maybe he would make a trip to the gallery after some lunch. Carefully he propped the paintings up in a chair before he went to make a sandwich before sitting down.
Tagged: BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN
Notes: Hope this is a good start.