The examination has already started, so of course Tonic notices... But he doesn't call attention to it, yet. Instead, he takes a moment to pick up his project and hang it up against the wall.
"At the risk of sounding completely insane," he starts, making it clear that he has no delusions of this being a normal thing that people do, "I've been thinking very deeply about something you said to me, oh, two months back now. About caring for people who have been left behind..."
He steps back from the dress, looking at the piece as a whole. It's... Well, the colors are easy, dark blues and black, but the shape of it is all over the place. It has a very slim bodice and sleeves juxtaposed by this messy, unfinished raw-edge of a collar. The skirt started as some ambitious, giant ball-gown of a thing with layers and layers of pleating, but that's been half-dissected and replaced with other things. Other ideas.
But if there's anything a layperson might find interesting about it, it's the vision that Tonic is trying to bring forth out of this piece. The left sleeve is covered in paper, ripped out of some old encyclopedia, maybe, bunched up into small clusters of blooms near the hem and flattening out to smooth patches near the shoulder. Underneath that is a very special fabric he bought on a binge--soft, indigo blue and covered in small, delicate silver stars. Used very sparingly, he's sewn swatches of it across the chest and onto the other arm, where he's trying to make it look as though the stars are flowing seamlessly into a delicate, silver filigree design along the hem of the right sleeve.
"I still don't really... Understand, I suppose," he admits, tilting his head to regard the dress as if it was one and the same with the topic, "But I think I'm getting closer. At some point I thought of stories that people leave behind... It made me very sad."
He says this very matter-of-factly, gesturing between the sleeves, as whatever is happening there seems to be his expression of that feeling. When he finally looks over at Nick, it's with very honest curiosity.
"So I guess I'd like to ask what you think. Am I on the right track, or is this... Just a mess?"
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"At the risk of sounding completely insane," he starts, making it clear that he has no delusions of this being a normal thing that people do, "I've been thinking very deeply about something you said to me, oh, two months back now. About caring for people who have been left behind..."
He steps back from the dress, looking at the piece as a whole. It's... Well, the colors are easy, dark blues and black, but the shape of it is all over the place. It has a very slim bodice and sleeves juxtaposed by this messy, unfinished raw-edge of a collar. The skirt started as some ambitious, giant ball-gown of a thing with layers and layers of pleating, but that's been half-dissected and replaced with other things. Other ideas.
But if there's anything a layperson might find interesting about it, it's the vision that Tonic is trying to bring forth out of this piece. The left sleeve is covered in paper, ripped out of some old encyclopedia, maybe, bunched up into small clusters of blooms near the hem and flattening out to smooth patches near the shoulder. Underneath that is a very special fabric he bought on a binge--soft, indigo blue and covered in small, delicate silver stars. Used very sparingly, he's sewn swatches of it across the chest and onto the other arm, where he's trying to make it look as though the stars are flowing seamlessly into a delicate, silver filigree design along the hem of the right sleeve.
"I still don't really... Understand, I suppose," he admits, tilting his head to regard the dress as if it was one and the same with the topic, "But I think I'm getting closer. At some point I thought of stories that people leave behind... It made me very sad."
He says this very matter-of-factly, gesturing between the sleeves, as whatever is happening there seems to be his expression of that feeling. When he finally looks over at Nick, it's with very honest curiosity.
"So I guess I'd like to ask what you think. Am I on the right track, or is this... Just a mess?"