04-28-2020, 03:49 AM
Alaric was not artistic whatsoever. Fine arts such as drawing and sculpting were not his forte whatsoever, and never in his life did he find himself interested in the development of his thoroughly nonexistent creative talents. He believed it to be a frivolous and superfluous pursuit, and hadn't given it a thought even once in his relatively short life.
Nevertheless, his weekly task had been to create a modern sculpture. He had met Selby's words with a look of irritation, and had resigned himself to not doing it. He wanted to be amused by whatever the sawbone assigned for him, not disgusted. He had even put it off, deciding when Selby had issued him the task that he was not going to be creating a sculpture of any sort. Eventually boredom overtook him, and he set off for the junkyard, hoping he'd be able to find enough pieces of junk and scrap metal that he'd be able to make something that vaguely resembled what he was trying to imagine in his mind's eye.
Finding the junk had been easy enough, he supposed. He'd found a bunch of scrap metal, nails, screws, and a few more interesting-looking doohickeys that he couldn't quite put a name to hidden amongst the piles of scrap within the junkyard proper. It had taken a while to drag it all back to his home where he would be comfortable building it in private.
Making the sculpture was not as easy as he had hoped it was going to be. On several occasions it had turned out looking like a malformed lump of nothing, and each time he had disassembled his creation and rebuilt it until it resembled the image of a roaring lion. Out of sheer lack of materials (and unwillingness to go gather more), he was unable to construct it into the same size as Aurum, but it was large enough to convey the point.
After hours of work, Alaric stepped back to admire his fourth reconstruction of the image. He thought it was excellent, especially given his utter lack of artistic ability, but truly it still looked a little lumpish. Deciding he was proud of it enough to display it, he dragged it out onto his porch and sat beside it with a sort of triumphant look gracing his features.
Nevertheless, his weekly task had been to create a modern sculpture. He had met Selby's words with a look of irritation, and had resigned himself to not doing it. He wanted to be amused by whatever the sawbone assigned for him, not disgusted. He had even put it off, deciding when Selby had issued him the task that he was not going to be creating a sculpture of any sort. Eventually boredom overtook him, and he set off for the junkyard, hoping he'd be able to find enough pieces of junk and scrap metal that he'd be able to make something that vaguely resembled what he was trying to imagine in his mind's eye.
Finding the junk had been easy enough, he supposed. He'd found a bunch of scrap metal, nails, screws, and a few more interesting-looking doohickeys that he couldn't quite put a name to hidden amongst the piles of scrap within the junkyard proper. It had taken a while to drag it all back to his home where he would be comfortable building it in private.
Making the sculpture was not as easy as he had hoped it was going to be. On several occasions it had turned out looking like a malformed lump of nothing, and each time he had disassembled his creation and rebuilt it until it resembled the image of a roaring lion. Out of sheer lack of materials (and unwillingness to go gather more), he was unable to construct it into the same size as Aurum, but it was large enough to convey the point.
After hours of work, Alaric stepped back to admire his fourth reconstruction of the image. He thought it was excellent, especially given his utter lack of artistic ability, but truly it still looked a little lumpish. Deciding he was proud of it enough to display it, he dragged it out onto his porch and sat beside it with a sort of triumphant look gracing his features.
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