[He knows the artist was twenty seven when the work was painted. He knows the style. He understands from his perspective the emotion behind the piece.
It enters his mind this young boy might not comprehend the word in an artistic sense. His silence lasts for a moment before he asks another question after a statement.]
Individual pieces of intense emotion. These resonate with you?
[Junpei says that and she nearly chokes on her drink, coughing briefly in surprise. Maybe her cheeks are a bit flushed, darker grey instead of pink. She coughs, clears her throat, and doesn't look at her father.
Right. Um. Which was that.
Now she looks at Renoir with a dangerous eye. He better be nice to Junpei, because he's a novice in analyzing art but he's clearly trying. Alicia doesn't want Renoir to scare him off, the way Aline sometimes would scare Alicia off when she was little. (Or, those aren't quite her memories. She still feels them.)]
[ The romantics? Oh shit, is he being called out on his first comment to Alicia? Junpei has it in his mind to apologize, but just as he's swallowed his bite, Renoir clarifies. Oh. Ohhhh. And Junpei appreciates it. The way Renoir takes the time to explain. Patient. Not dismissive. Not calling him an idiot for not knowing.
A tiny smile creeps up on his lips and then he looks toward Alicia for a moment. The smile grows as he sees her exchanged glance with her father. It's nice to see this sort of relationship -- this teasing and clear love between a father and a child. Slowly, he nods to answer the question. ]
Yeah. It feels like they're trying to tell me something. Like they got something so strongly inside they gotta put to paint and get it out there. It kinda makes you wanna go back and take it all in so you can try to understand what they wanted you to know.
[ Junpei rubs the back of his neck with a quiet laugh. ]
Of course, I could be totally wrong! It's just what it made me feel when I looked at it.
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[He knows the artist was twenty seven when the work was painted. He knows the style. He understands from his perspective the emotion behind the piece.
It enters his mind this young boy might not comprehend the word in an artistic sense. His silence lasts for a moment before he asks another question after a statement.]
Individual pieces of intense emotion. These resonate with you?
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Right. Um. Which was that.
Now she looks at Renoir with a dangerous eye. He better be nice to Junpei, because he's a novice in analyzing art but he's clearly trying. Alicia doesn't want Renoir to scare him off, the way Aline sometimes would scare Alicia off when she was little. (Or, those aren't quite her memories. She still feels them.)]
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A tiny smile creeps up on his lips and then he looks toward Alicia for a moment. The smile grows as he sees her exchanged glance with her father. It's nice to see this sort of relationship -- this teasing and clear love between a father and a child. Slowly, he nods to answer the question. ]
Yeah. It feels like they're trying to tell me something. Like they got something so strongly inside they gotta put to paint and get it out there. It kinda makes you wanna go back and take it all in so you can try to understand what they wanted you to know.
[ Junpei rubs the back of his neck with a quiet laugh. ]
Of course, I could be totally wrong! It's just what it made me feel when I looked at it.