an~ i appear to have lost contact with the plot bunnies for this thing... ideas and character suggestions are appreciated. i do not own irene or any of her artwork except for this one envelope she paid me with and drew on. its awesome to babysit an artist's kid! except that she eats out really late and im excausted every night they go out. go look her up. oh, i don't own her clothes either, she does.
Ferryport Landing was hosting an art show for an artist, and Granny, having decided the kids were lacking in their exposure to the arts, was dragging everyone along with her to go see it. The reactions to this news were varied. Daphne was extatic; Mr. Canis was resigned to the fact; Uncle Jake didn't notice where he was as long as Briar was there, which she was; Sabrina couldn't have cared less; and Puck was at loss to the whole concept of 'art'.
"Who is this lady again?" Sabrina asked.
"Her name's Irene Cynthia Kotinsky, and she's a modern artist form New Jersey."
"Modern art like you can't tell what it is, or just modern art like different?" Sabrina asked.
"Just different." Granny clarified.
"Well, then, this might not be so bad after all." Sabrina sighed.
They arrived at the showroom, parked the car and got out. Sabrina gasped as she walked in. The art was AMAZING! (an~ i love her stuff. im not gonna describe it here) She walked around in a bit of a daze, just enjoying the paintings, until she ran into someone.
"Oops!" She said. "I'm SO sorry! I was looking at the paintings and I didn't see you."
"It's all right." The woman she had run into reassured her. "You like them?"
"I LOVE them!" Sabrina said.
"I'm glad, I'd hate it if you didn't like my artwork."
Sabrina took a good look at the woman. She was around average height, had thick light brown hair, and wore jeans. Above the jeans was a black and white jacket in a pattern of cow spots. Sabrina thought they looked pretty real. On her feet were a pair of extremely fuzzy boots. It wan't exactly what Sabrina had pictured an artist as.
"Really? You painted them?" Sabrina then said something she was extremely glad no one else heard. "Can I have your autograph?"
Irene laughed, and agreed. Sabrina spent most of the rest of the afternoon talking to Irene. She learned that she lived in an adorable little house, that she had a son named Colton, quite a bit about Colton, that her husband's name was Dave, and that Dave drove a red white and blue truck that Irene wouldn't be caught dead in.
When it was time to leave, Sabrina sighed happily. She had bought an art print, and irene had signed it. It was going up in their bedroom as soon as possible. then Puck had to go and ruin her mood.
"What was the point of that?"
Sabrina blinked at him. "What do you mean, what was the point?"
"Well, she didn't even get the faces close to looking realistic. I mean, really!"
Sabrina sighed. "They;re not SUPPOSED to look realistic, that's the POINT."
"So art isn't supposed to look real?"
"Well, no, but-"
"So then she did it wrong."
"Puck, it's art. There's no WRONG."
"So I could throw mud on a piece of paper and call it art?"
"No, That's-"
"But you just said ther's no wrong in art."
"That's not what I meant."
"Explain."
"Im TRYING, but you keep interrupting me!"
The conversation continued for quite some time. Neither party made any headway. Puck still didn't get what art was, and Sabrina still couldn't explain it right. Sabrina finally gave up.
"You just don't get it, do you?"
"Well, if you'd explain i better-"
"No, go ask Granny. I give up." Sabrina walked off.