Post by Lars on Nov 7, 2018 22:10:40 GMT
(March 27th | Closed to Lars and Shere-Khan.)
Finally, Lars was back at home.
While his time in England was... fairly well-spent, the debacle with Cruella aside, he still had a case of artists' block something awful. Sure, he'd gotten a few still-life pieces out of it, and they were good enough... but he needed his abstract inspiration back. He felt as though his brain was rotting away without the creative juices flowing through it as it was normally. He'd gone out and gotten his ears pierced, got tattoo work done, bought himself a new wardrobe... and nothing was seeming to help. It was really making the poor man irritated.
So, he figured, the logical next step if he could not find his inspiration abroad, was coming back to where he could properly return to his roots... Paris.
He had been cautious of coming back, in fact he had been outright avoiding it, for months now. He knew that the whole country was under rule of a certain King Clopin Trouillefou, who had built up his own army, and was waging war against the others... he'd also heard of the Blackblood Legion taking down the Freedom Fighters, and the idea of any army becoming more powerful and gaining the upper hand gave him terrible anxiety. He was a man of art, of beauty, of love... he could not stand the idea of war, of any sort. He was terrified he would be roped into this madness without even a second thought, just like he had been with Ms. DeVil's scheme. But, as long as he kept his guard up and his wits about him, Lars could avoid everything and still be right back at home, find his inspiration... right?
Hopefully.
The Bois de Boulogne, the second largest park in the whole city of Paris... and the most beautiful, in Lars' opinion. He'd been there many times throughout his life. It was a safe place, where he could forget about the material world beyond the gardens and lakes, and simply become immersed in nature. Not too far from the Château de Bagatelle, Lars seated himself in the grass across from the pond, and he began to set up a canvas. Though he wanted to start working away from still-life pieces, he was sure he could find something among all the greenery to take inspiration from.
...Any moment now. Aaaaaaany moment now, inspiration would hit him...
His face slowly scrunched up in a scowl. He sighed. This was going to be much harder than he thought.
Finally, Lars was back at home.
While his time in England was... fairly well-spent, the debacle with Cruella aside, he still had a case of artists' block something awful. Sure, he'd gotten a few still-life pieces out of it, and they were good enough... but he needed his abstract inspiration back. He felt as though his brain was rotting away without the creative juices flowing through it as it was normally. He'd gone out and gotten his ears pierced, got tattoo work done, bought himself a new wardrobe... and nothing was seeming to help. It was really making the poor man irritated.
So, he figured, the logical next step if he could not find his inspiration abroad, was coming back to where he could properly return to his roots... Paris.
He had been cautious of coming back, in fact he had been outright avoiding it, for months now. He knew that the whole country was under rule of a certain King Clopin Trouillefou, who had built up his own army, and was waging war against the others... he'd also heard of the Blackblood Legion taking down the Freedom Fighters, and the idea of any army becoming more powerful and gaining the upper hand gave him terrible anxiety. He was a man of art, of beauty, of love... he could not stand the idea of war, of any sort. He was terrified he would be roped into this madness without even a second thought, just like he had been with Ms. DeVil's scheme. But, as long as he kept his guard up and his wits about him, Lars could avoid everything and still be right back at home, find his inspiration... right?
Hopefully.
The Bois de Boulogne, the second largest park in the whole city of Paris... and the most beautiful, in Lars' opinion. He'd been there many times throughout his life. It was a safe place, where he could forget about the material world beyond the gardens and lakes, and simply become immersed in nature. Not too far from the Château de Bagatelle, Lars seated himself in the grass across from the pond, and he began to set up a canvas. Though he wanted to start working away from still-life pieces, he was sure he could find something among all the greenery to take inspiration from.
...Any moment now. Aaaaaaany moment now, inspiration would hit him...
His face slowly scrunched up in a scowl. He sighed. This was going to be much harder than he thought.