Yours is the light by which my spirit's born
you are my sun
Well, Oliver could sort of accept Bastien's statement. It's always good to do what one enjoys, but he also knew that he should try to become a better person. The use of correct and incorrect probably wasn't really a good choice. It's hard to be completely one way with art. "Art is so....unique? I cant find the word, but it's so unique to each person...and I really hope I can someday show my own unique style. For now, I'm kind of just doing....something." Again, what he was doing wasn't incorrect, nor was it probably correct. Oliver knew he had room to improve.
Tapping his fingers against the table in a constant motion, going from pinkie to index before returning back, Oliver nodded, listening to Bastien's idea. "I think that's a great idea. It should be interesting to see what each person thinks of. Look to see what their inspirations were...as well, it'll help to show improvement. Maybe you could have us sketch something at least once a day? Even if it's just a little drawing, like of a spider or a frog." At first, he simply agreed, but then his mind started to wander. He explored for more to say, things to look forward to, and positive things they could focus on.
Oliver hadn't expected a party, really. Hopefully he didn't appear to be insensitive. "Yeah...I don't know if people would be willing to gather for another celebration, not yet, at least..." His voice softened and he turned to look at Bastien's work, watching with eagle eyes. "Why do we bring gifts? Who are they for?"
Tapping his fingers against the table in a constant motion, going from pinkie to index before returning back, Oliver nodded, listening to Bastien's idea. "I think that's a great idea. It should be interesting to see what each person thinks of. Look to see what their inspirations were...as well, it'll help to show improvement. Maybe you could have us sketch something at least once a day? Even if it's just a little drawing, like of a spider or a frog." At first, he simply agreed, but then his mind started to wander. He explored for more to say, things to look forward to, and positive things they could focus on.
Oliver hadn't expected a party, really. Hopefully he didn't appear to be insensitive. "Yeah...I don't know if people would be willing to gather for another celebration, not yet, at least..." His voice softened and he turned to look at Bastien's work, watching with eagle eyes. "Why do we bring gifts? Who are they for?"
my moon
and all my stars
OLIVER
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