Post by persephone vasile dalca on Nov 6, 2013 1:40:05 GMT -5
London always brought about a strange dissonance in Persephone's brain. As she walked through the streets, no matter what time of day, a strange energy filled her and she always found herself exploring in a daze. It was a lovely city: on one street you could run your hand on ancient brick and a few blocks down featured a massive modern wonder. The many accented English voices combined with the soul of the city created a strange hum in her mind, the white noise and chatter of the streets fusing into a fascinating and intoxicating rhythm. And Perse couldn't get enough of it. One of the reasons she loved her nomadic lifestyle, the freedom to become completely intoxicated by the world around her.
Wandering aimlessly, she lost track of time and where she had walked, zoning back in and unsure of where in the city she had landed. Turning down the narrow streets, the seer stumbled onto a great mural on a wall: an unexpected explosion of color and light bringing life to the more drab area. Perse was entranced, just taking it in. Something about it seemed familiar but she couldn't exactly pinpoint what but she loved it.
She sat down on the steps of one of the adjacent brownstones and just took in the sight of it. The woman had always adored the organic nature of street art, how it became a living part of it's environment. Museums were lovely but often felt cold. It had broken her heart when she finally had made her way to New York and saw Starry Night for the first time: in a cramped white room with harsh lighting and a crowd of people elbowing to get the best souvenir picture. Not the way she had imagined seeing the great painting, Persephone had wanted to do something like this: have the ability to sit, stare, and take in the power of the work. A city was a type of museum, a way to advertise human evolution and progress and no stark wing could do what something like this could do.
Wandering aimlessly, she lost track of time and where she had walked, zoning back in and unsure of where in the city she had landed. Turning down the narrow streets, the seer stumbled onto a great mural on a wall: an unexpected explosion of color and light bringing life to the more drab area. Perse was entranced, just taking it in. Something about it seemed familiar but she couldn't exactly pinpoint what but she loved it.
She sat down on the steps of one of the adjacent brownstones and just took in the sight of it. The woman had always adored the organic nature of street art, how it became a living part of it's environment. Museums were lovely but often felt cold. It had broken her heart when she finally had made her way to New York and saw Starry Night for the first time: in a cramped white room with harsh lighting and a crowd of people elbowing to get the best souvenir picture. Not the way she had imagined seeing the great painting, Persephone had wanted to do something like this: have the ability to sit, stare, and take in the power of the work. A city was a type of museum, a way to advertise human evolution and progress and no stark wing could do what something like this could do.