[Wild Roses]
Title: letters
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Sebastien, Hazel
Prompt: 93B "memories"
Word Count: 312
Rating: G
Notes: after the wars by some years.
I have, the letter began, a rather unusual commission request.
He raised an eyebrow at it, contemplated briefly mailing it back the way it'd come with a simple 'No.' Decided that if nothing else it was politely scripted, neutral-warm paper and ink, and he needed something to look at while his coffee brewed.
I realise, it continued, that it is a bit of an insult to ask an artist to imitate another's style, and I apologise for that. He switched eyebrows, but kept going, spooning honey into the cup absently. However, I would still like to request that a portrait be painted, to be left in a memorial-tree, in the style of Joshua Sabaey.
I am . . uncomfortable asking that of anyone, but of my choices I felt you were the best, being cousin to the artist in question. I do not know if you and he were close enough to exchange sketches or discussion at any point, he snorted indelicately into his cup, blowing a bubble in the liquid nearly up his nose. Oils and watercolours didn't mix, sure enough, but pencil and ink did.
He never had understood his cousin's minor obsession with painting ice.
I do have examples of his work, if that would be helpful to you. Sketches and finished work both. They passed to his father on his death.
Thank you for your time in reading this. A reply would be very much appreciated, even if it is a 'no'.
With sincerity,
Hazel Sabaey.
He blinked twice at the careful, looping signature, then set the letter down, thinking.
Eventually snagged a piece of sketchpaper and a pen of his own. Bring your sketches, cousin. I'll do what I can. -S. found a icon of his own front porch, made years ago--while his mother was still alive--but still working, and included it in the sparrow he sent.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Sebastien, Hazel
Prompt: 93B "memories"
Word Count: 312
Rating: G
Notes: after the wars by some years.
I have, the letter began, a rather unusual commission request.
He raised an eyebrow at it, contemplated briefly mailing it back the way it'd come with a simple 'No.' Decided that if nothing else it was politely scripted, neutral-warm paper and ink, and he needed something to look at while his coffee brewed.
I realise, it continued, that it is a bit of an insult to ask an artist to imitate another's style, and I apologise for that. He switched eyebrows, but kept going, spooning honey into the cup absently. However, I would still like to request that a portrait be painted, to be left in a memorial-tree, in the style of Joshua Sabaey.
I am . . uncomfortable asking that of anyone, but of my choices I felt you were the best, being cousin to the artist in question. I do not know if you and he were close enough to exchange sketches or discussion at any point, he snorted indelicately into his cup, blowing a bubble in the liquid nearly up his nose. Oils and watercolours didn't mix, sure enough, but pencil and ink did.
He never had understood his cousin's minor obsession with painting ice.
I do have examples of his work, if that would be helpful to you. Sketches and finished work both. They passed to his father on his death.
Thank you for your time in reading this. A reply would be very much appreciated, even if it is a 'no'.
With sincerity,
Hazel Sabaey.
He blinked twice at the careful, looping signature, then set the letter down, thinking.
Eventually snagged a piece of sketchpaper and a pen of his own. Bring your sketches, cousin. I'll do what I can. -S. found a icon of his own front porch, made years ago--while his mother was still alive--but still working, and included it in the sparrow he sent.