Nameless Art of an Insomniac (Remoc)

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis sat in the Auditorium, which was odd. It was, again, late late at night on a Friday. The entire school it seemed, was at the basketball game, or something of the sort. She wasn't however. She didn't feel like going.--

--She looked around her, and realized how comfortable she felt here. Normally, she wouldn't have been caught dead in the Auditorium, but things had been so upside down lately, that it didnt' seem to matter much. Nothing seemed to matter much.--

--One would think, that her being as mentally, and physically exhausted as she was, she would be sleeping as much as she could. Now, dont' get me wrong, its not like she didn't try to sleep, she did. She really did. Sleep just never came. --

--Her restless mind wandered, and drifted, the thoughts having no meaning one moment, and being entirely philosophical the next. During her many days, or nights rather, spent chasing sleep, she contemplated her life, or what was left of it rather.--

--Nothing had been going right for the past, god knows how long. And, unlike most, she was beginning to be fine with it. In her mind, what had happened was fate. It was bound to happen, meant to teach her a lesson. Yes, she was still pissed, and depressed about what had happened, but she had learned to channel that aggression elsewhere.--

--Her Art. Her sketches now however, instead of being filled with amazing beauty, were dark, and distant. One could even call them disturbing. Filled with violent storms, and dark nights. Those that were not landscapes, were people. Dark, depressed, an aire of total lonliness, and yet, something hidden behind their eyes. A fire, that showed a need for love, for someone to hold them, and tell them that it will all be okay. A look, she knew well. There were more however, those that were neither portrait, nor landscape, nor anything you could put a name to. To call them doodles would degrade their beauty and intricacy, and yet, to call them art, would not be truthful either. In all honesty, they were indescribable. Feeling on paper. Swirls of black, hidden drawings, hidden meanings, undistinguishable from the rest. But, as in all her art, if you looked close enough, you could see something in it. Her soul, her mind, her spirit, put on paper, for the world to see.--

--In her drawings, she bore her soul to the world, and yet so few knew it, or appreciated the courage it took to do so. She sat there, not aware of her surroundings, her ink pen flying over the paper, intricacies appearing, forming words and pictures, and meaning, that, by the end would be invisible. She poured her heart and soul into the 'drawing', or whatever you wish to call it, the nameless thing, that was, in her mind, an Art Form.--

[Christian Remoc]

Remoc was always up late at night. For him, it wasn't that he couldn't sleep it was that he didn't want to. To him, it was simply a waste of time that could be spent on much more productive things. It was truly a "Drama Geek" way of thinking, and so, like a true drama geek, he had a pack of highly-caffenated pills. It's like a sugar high, but twice as potent, thought Remoc.

To occupy himself, he had been fiddling with some of the electronics on the stage. Specifically, he was working on his pride and joy, the main stage light he had nicknamed 'Siberia'. He had become so engrossed, he didn't hear a person enter the auditorium and take a seat. After about ten minutes, Remoc finally stepped back to survey his work...and heard an odd scratching noise. Thankfully it came not from his dearly beloved, but rather, as he realized, from the back of the auditorium.

And there he saw Arty. The girl who he had followed to the jail...and escaped a second potential trip with. She was so engrossed in her own work of art, a more conventional artwork for that matter, that she still did not see him. Remoc made his way quietly behind her, and took a seat to see the truly artistic show being played tonight, free of charge.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis, although she could not hear anything, or see anything but her art and her soul when she was like this, her senses were still amazingly keen. she may not have been able to see, or hear you, but she knew you were there. She could feel it. Each person she knew, had a certain feel about them. Some would call it an Aura. She could read them. She could tell who you were, if you were within 5 feet of her, and tonight was no different.--

--Although she continued to sketch, her hand flying across the paper, moving at such speeds you could barely see it, she knew he was there. A slow smile grew on her face. The silence was deafening, all except the gentle scratching of her pen on paper. She let the silence thicken, surround them all, so no one would expect a sound. The entire world seemed to stop, and grow silent as she drew. The trees bent their heads to listen, the birds songs ceased to sound, the wind's breath stopped entirely. The world, or so it seemed, was silent.--

--Then, from no where, and without looking around to face him, she spoke. Her voice resonated off of the walls in the auditorium, louder than it actually was. She could feel him jump, and couldn't help but smile.--

"Hello Christian." she said simply, still not turning around, her hand still drawing

--It was like she was having an out of body experience. Her mouth and mind were working, but her soul and hands were engrossed in the artwork. Its not that she didn't want to turn and say hello, it was more like she couldn't. Her body, or soul rather, wouldn't let her.--

[Christian Remoc]

(( So tired...Will 'spruce' this up tommorrow. It pales in comparison to you...Like me for that matter ;D ))

Remoc was sure he had taken Arty by surprise. Needless to say, it was quite the opposite, as shown by the fact that he jumped three feet clear off his seat.

"Arty, Mein Gott, don't do that..." On that vein of thought, HE shouldn't have done 'that'. That being sneaking up on Arty. He should have known she would do something like that, she was the 'Don' afterall.

"So, whatcha drawing there?" He said, regaining only half of his composure. Well, he didn't have that much composure to begin with, anyhow. No big loss.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis couldn't help but laugh. She turned to look at Christian, and grinned. *He will never learn will he? After almost 18 years, he's still trying to sneak up on me...**shrug** oh well..guys will be guys--

"I got you good Remoc..." she laughed, and handed him the drawing...."18 years and you're still trying to sneak up on me." she rolled her eyes....

--She looked down at her drawing, trying to figure out what to call it, or really, what it even was.--

"Infinity." she said simply...."Thats what I'm drawing. The infinate exapnses of the human mind, hidden beneath miles of stereotypes and human error." she said, knowing he would understand

[Christian Remoc]

"It will be another 18 before I figure it out too. Wait...I just realized something....you're a girl!" he said, with a smile.

Taking the picture, Remoc was very greatly tempted to reply 'I don't get it'. It wasn't that he didn't, he truly was a romantic deep down. It was pretty darn deep, but it was there...somewhere. Besides, Arty's art was always amazing to look at, it held such deep meaning beneath the light shadings. Hehe...Arty's art. Funny.

Ah, what the heck... Putting on the most quizzical look he could, though he always slightly looked like he didn't get something, he replied. "I don't get it..."

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis smiled, and shrugged.--

"You're not supposed to." she said simply...."There is no real interpretation of it. It just is. Every person sees it differently just as everyone sees the world differenly. Theres no right or wrong answer to it...."