Ensign D'tin Breys - Tone and Form
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(( Corfyri Public Park - City One, Rylor ))
With an unexpected pang of confusion, almost sadness, Breys processed the scent again. It was like chasing a ghost. There were hints of feeling, long forgotten, but nothing that she could imagine in detail. She had never had time to fall in love, but it felt poignant to be told so by a flower. Any other part of the gallery had to be better than being betrayed by a plant.
Breys: Are there any other exhibits you’d like to see? I’m enjoying the show.
Tamio gave a lighthearted laugh.
K’Wara: I’ll be here a couple of hours yet, D’tin, I’ll have plenty of time to peruse the artworks. ::looks around:: Though, perhaps we give our noses a bit of a break and go look at the concrete arena instead? If my ears aren’t betraying me, it sounds like there’s some musical installations over there.
The Chief of Operations guided Breys towards the area that was once a concrete amphitheater. Songs played on instruments that she had never heard of sang through the air, their notes danced with weight and tone, almost having a force to them. Around the musicians sat strange shapes of what looked almost like molten wax, bending and forming, being struck by each note and taking a new form. The expertise of the artists was shown in the complex shapes they constructed out of their songs.
Breys: How are they doing that?! I’ll have to ask them once they are done.::she looks at Tamio, her eyes wide with excitement:: Do you think it’s force fields? What do you think is in them? Could it be some kind of natural byproduct of the area? Maybe a pollinator makes it. ::she pauses:: I’m sorry. Those are Science Officer questions, not relaxing questions. It’s super cool that they’re mixing mediums! What is your favorite form of art?
The idea wasn’t quite as exciting of a topic to her, but she was genuinely interested in it. Tamio seemed like a knowledgeable artist, and Breys would have been happy to learn more from them.
K’Wara: Asking me to pick favorites, D’tin? How cold. ::chuckles:: Kidding aside, if I had to choose, I’d say I probably prefer visual art. When there’s no information but what you see with your eyes, your imagination takes over and you usually end up finding a meaning more personal to yourself.
Breys thought about this for a moment, and decided it made no sense.
Breys: I’m not sure I understand? Isn’t what we see with our eyes the most amount of information we can get?
K’Wara: For instance... Let’s take the color blue? Depending on who you are, if you just see a large canvas colored blue, your opinion and interpretation of the artpiece will be heavily influenced by your attachment to the color. For you blueshirts, ::winks:: it may be a proud color, evocative of professional duty and your chosen vocation. For others, it may be a melancholic color, sad and gloomy. Others again will think of freedom and the open skies. And none of those answers will be right or wrong.
Suddenly, it made slightly more sense,
Breys: Oh. Uh.
This kept Breys stunned for a moment, caught in thought,
K’Wara: Response
Breys: I think I get it? The words make sense, it reminds me of the Federation Literature class I took. It’s just harder to understand with just a color in front of you.
K’Wara: Response
Breys: What about shapes?
K’Wara: Response
This was going to be a long conversation
End scene for D’tin Breys
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Ensign D’tin Breys
Science Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240301DB4