In the back of the large building, Pippa pulled open heavy wooden window covers, letting in the early morning sunlight behind the sculpture. The effect was something just short of amazing even to her, what had been dulled ambers and reds, muted yellows and rusty oranges seemed to come alive, full of vibrant hues and shades, the various thicknesses and densities of the structure affecting the way light was dispersed. Re Rosso nearly glowed.
Fey fire, she thought to herself as she moved her tools to the side and then stood appraising her work one last time. Because of the unfinished base the massive glass was anchored to, the statue stood nearly seven feet tall, his face just out of her reach.
Head and shoulders, nearly a complete bust, held the most painstaking detail before seeming to melt and morph into a vaguely humanesque pillar of multicolored glass; the result was a figure that was both whimsical and intimidating. Pippa actually smiled, it was Rory.
She went to retrieve her lover feeling a bit more sure of herself, a little more calm. Until she saw him leaning against the work table and the nerves came rushing back. Would he be offended at what she'd done to his likeness without his permission? Would he think she out of her mind to devote so much energy to one obsessive project? Would he say anything at all?
"Ro? This way..." She spoke softly, holding her hand out to him. "I hope you'll understand."
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Date: 2009-08-27 09:59 pm (UTC)Fey fire, she thought to herself as she moved her tools to the side and then stood appraising her work one last time. Because of the unfinished base the massive glass was anchored to, the statue stood nearly seven feet tall, his face just out of her reach.
Head and shoulders, nearly a complete bust, held the most painstaking detail before seeming to melt and morph into a vaguely humanesque pillar of multicolored glass; the result was a figure that was both whimsical and intimidating. Pippa actually smiled, it was Rory.
She went to retrieve her lover feeling a bit more sure of herself, a little more calm. Until she saw him leaning against the work table and the nerves came rushing back. Would he be offended at what she'd done to his likeness without his permission? Would he think she out of her mind to devote so much energy to one obsessive project? Would he say anything at all?
"Ro? This way..." She spoke softly, holding her hand out to him. "I hope you'll understand."