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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.
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Tagged: BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN
Notes: Hope this is a good start.
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▲ there is a halo in your mouth and i like how it burns
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Jan 4, 2017 8:09:25 GMT 8
Post by BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN on Jan 4, 2017 8:09:25 GMT 8
 Bite chunks out of me You're a shark and I'm swimming
My heart still thumps as I bleed And all your friends come sniffing
The summer of 2024 life was...changing for Bryony. The previous school year she had become involved somewhat with Kayden Sciarria, of course her mother - Flora - encouraged her to try and keep favor with Kayden, pureblood boys were not easy to come by as her mother often reminded her. Something about this always bothered Bryony and her mother's approval and encouragement regarding Kayden was almost off putting and discouraging. She didn't want to just be this thing her mother used to make sure the bloodline was pure, maybe if she was so worried she ought to have had more children.
Bryony had been lazy that morning, sleeping in late and than just lingering around in her room. She had penned a litter to her cousin in the hopes they could arrange a get together soon she did care to see her uncle again soon as well. Kayden had taken to coming to steal her a way on a number of occasions and their adventures were thrilling but today she wasn't craving those sorts of adventures. It was strange to have this boy in her life who was quickly becoming this important figure, she'd had crushes before but this was becoming something completely different. It was almost intimidating for the slytherin even if she did dare admit it. Still her actions could be admittance in it's self.
Much like her father Bryony had an artistic side, although she took to painting she had favored photography for the past few years. Still painting was something Bryony was happy she could share with her father. Still dressed in what she obviously had slept in Bryony had made her way to the attic that was her father's studio. The studio was one of her favorite places in the house, a place where you could escape into various worlds all while never leaving one room. She'd assumed she would find her father seated behind a canvas but that wasn't the case. Instead the newly sixteen year old lingered alone looking among the paintings that filled the room, she'd always had her favorites of her father's - at least out of the ones he kept. After taking her time admiring the art Bryony headed back down into the house only this time she headed to the kitchen maybe not intentionally seeking her father right away more realizing that her stomach was attempting to eat itself.
As Bryony made her way into the kitchen a smile crossed her face when she saw her father. Maybe her parents had their issues both in their marriage and just in general but...Dariell was special to her, their bond so much different from the bond she shared with her mother. Sometimes it felt like her father was more keen on her being happy in life than focused on her living a proper pureblood life. Not that she doubted her mother wanted her to be happy too...just it wasn't as important.
"G'morning Dad." Bryony cooed to her father as she seemed to now skip into the kitchen. The mood always seemed light when it was the two of them. Of course it was afternoon and not morning, but it was summer and Bryony was a teenager, the smirk on her face spoke for itself as well she knew she should have been up and active hours ago - but life was short even if they did live well into their mid-hundreds. Eyeing the painting Bryony looked to her father with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes "Those your new pieces?"
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Jan 22, 2017 17:36:39 GMT 8
Post by DARIELL TREVIN BUCHANAN on Jan 22, 2017 17:36:39 GMT 8
Once Dariell had made himself a sandwich he had taken a seat on a stool within the kitchen. His eyes fell back upon his paintings. Buchanan originals, they were more magical based. His muggle still paintings would be later taken to a muggle gallery to attempt to sell that way. Money made by painting was something that you had to exhaust all options and Dariell was actually quite fond of muggles even though he limited his interactions with them due to his wife.
A smile came across Dariell's face when Bryony walked into the kitchen. ”G'morning Dad.” ”Good morning, Ony,” he said softly. It was nice during the summer, having Bryony home was important to Dariell and soon he'd be without her being home during the holiday. She was a breath of fresh air in a life that laid with stress. Soon enough his time would be spent more within the walls of his painting room even more so than it was now. Flora and Dariell had their problems, but with that there was still an attempt to try.
'Those your new pieces?” she asked. Dariell smiled and nodded. ”I am quite happy with them,” he told her with a smile, ”considered keeping the one of the tree that changes with the seasons. But I have a feeling that your mother may murder me if I do.” That painting in particular was one that he loved. But it was time to part with. Besides Flora would probably have murdered him if he kept too many more paintings. He already had filled his room up with so many paintings that there were some that he couldn't really hang up any longer.
He took a bite of his sandwich. ”After I finish eating I am planning to go to a gallery if you would like to join me,” he offered to her. There was one thing about Dariell, and it probably had a lot to do with how he was raised, but he would never force her to go along with him, or to do anything she wouldn't want to do. His only child was nearly an adult and he also believed that she could do mostly as she pleased, at least within reason. But this was something that he loved to do with his daughter, it was the major thing that they had in common, the thing that they had shared since she was little. As any father would, he still tried to cling to his ever growing child and would always hope that she wouldn't have to grow up.
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▲ there is a halo in your mouth and i like how it burns
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Oct 6, 2017 11:41:00 GMT 8
Post by BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN on Oct 6, 2017 11:41:00 GMT 8
Bite chunks out of me You're a shark and I'm swimming
My heart still thumps as I bleed And all your friends come sniffing
Keen to properly admire her father's work Bryony hurried to offer a better 'morning' greeting to her father. Bryony was not shy about offering up affection to her father - at least not at home. She skipped over to Dariell and wrapped her arms around him warmly. Maybe she didn't realize it while she was at school but when ever she was home it was clear how much she missed her father.
Still she didn't linger long before returning to the pieces, she wanted to see them in the finished state. "This are brliiant Dad - some of your best." Of course it was hard not to frown when she came upon the tree canvas - she had to agree with her father, it was one of her favoirtes too."I think mother should know good art by now - you have the most amazing seasonal pieces...I've heard the way the gallery owners compliment them, mum should be happy to be surrouned with so much beauty."
But, her mother wasn't really the art sort - was she? Never the less Bryony offered up a sympathetic smile - they both lived with Flora after all so it wasn't like they had to explain. Some things were just Buchanan things. Of course she knew her father needed to sell his work, even if they were already adored - even artist had to make money.
Bryony's eyes lit up as she looked to her father when he mentioned going to the gallery. It was almost silly he asked, the grin on her face was no doubt yes enough of she still voiced her joy, "Yes! It feels like its been forever since we went to a gallery together!" It wasn't like her mother would take her, or even that her boyfriend was into art in the slightest. But her father - they could spend hours looking at art pieces, talking about the color composition and texture uses. She already was starting to feel the giddy excitement bubbling in her. "Perfect idea for how to spend the day Dad."
Oh how she hoped they would always have moments like this. So often it seemed like daughters grew away from their fathers and closer to their mothers....Bryony was terrified of that though. There were things that only Dariell seemed to understand about his daughter - and because of that she clung to him, and this bond they had. She needed him, a lot more than she cared to admit or even understand. She might have felt like she was soon to be an adult but there was still much growing up she had to do along the way.
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