Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in Art for Art’s Sake - Tag M’Ahar

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Art for Art’s Sake - Tag M’Ahar

Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in Art for Art’s Sake - Tag M’Ahar
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Eryn looked at the piece, “Sometimes ve must hit rock bottom to find vhat ve have lost. Only in strife do ve find vhat truly makes us unique.” She tilted her head looking at the piece one more time, “I like it.” Eryn took her hand and shook it. Her hand wasn’t quite as calloused but it was rough and strong. “I am Eryn Romanov. I have only recently moved to Oed. A pleasure Mirembe M’Ahar.”
Eryn Romanov

“It sounds like you speak from experience,” Mirembe mused but made no gesture to pry. Folks’ experiences moulded their interpretation of a piece, but they weren’t necessary to appreciate another’s perspective. Smiling, Mirembe grasped Eryn’s hand in a hearty shake and, heartbeats later, gestured in an invitation to resume their stroll through the exhibit. “‘Mirembe’ is just fine, but the pleasure’s mine, Eryn Romanov.” M’Ahar lifted her gaze to the adjacent display, a clay structure, and leisurely approached. “What brought you to Oed?”

— Mirembe M’Ahar

“Observation of zhe vorld mostly,” was her cryptic reply. Eryn grinned as she shook Mirembe’s hand. “Zhe pleasure is mine. Please call me Eryn.” Eryn’s gaze travelled over the clay piece. It lacked firm definition, as if the artist was in no rush to force the clay to a shape or preconceived final piece. Then when the clay was finished speaking the artist left it alone. Eryn liked it. It would be a wonderful piece for a meditation room. A mysterious grin crossed her face. “An over zealous fan, damaged pieces, and a strong suggestion zo relocate by a dear friend. I have never been zo Oed, it seemed a good place zo visit.”

Eryn Romanov

Mirembe chuckled to diffuse the tension building in her chest. Though she enjoyed meeting new people, a touch of social anxiety still haunted her from her youth. “I haven’t been here long,” she admitted, “but your friend has good taste in colonies.” She turned to the clay, taking in its unfinished beauty. There was something hypnotic about its undefined twists and bends. They flowed into one another, forcing the admirer to tune out all but the piece and themself. It was almost therapeutic. “Are you an artist?” Mirembe asked with purposeful vagueness. ‘Artist’ had many connotations, and she hoped to learn more about Eryn through the one she chose.

— Mirembe M’Ahar

“I zhink he does. He is very astute.” That was one way of describing Vonn. Eryn shifted her weight slightly away from the woman, creating a little extra space, but also allowing her to more fully face Mirembe. Eryn knew only a very little sign language, but she did understand the politeness of making sure her face was unobstructed incase the woman lip read as well. Though her AI seemed to be quite efficient. “I am. I vork with metal sculpting. My vork is usually displayed by zhis gallery’s main location on Risa. I vill be providing some pieces for zhis gallery as vell. Vhat do you do here on zhe colony?”

Eryn Romanov

IAN hovered beside Mirembe but slightly forward to project diaphanous symbols that, if Eryn were familiar, resembled Haliian script. Though she sometimes glanced at them, Mirembe focused on Eryn more than the floating closed captions as, in her experience, people expressed more than holographic words could capture. “Risa?” She echoed with a trace of familiarity dancing through her eyes. It’d been several years since she visited the planet, but the gallery remained loosely ingrained in her memories. Perhaps she’d happened across Eryn’s work before? Either way, she looked forward to Eryn’s additions to the gallery.

“I’ll have to keep a lookout for your work,” she said. “I work with the terraforming department here. We’re in the beginning stages of reviving the planet to its former conditions — or, as close as time and the laws of nature will allow.”

“I always thought that terraforming was a work of art. Art is an expression of the soul, the heart, and the emotions. What better expression of those things than the designing and creation of a life giving planet?” Eryn smiled and made a small respectful bow, “I am on a deadline for a month. After today I vill be a recluse. Zhis fact vill make my friend very happy.” Eryn laughed, “He likes to vorry overly much.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you get into metal sculpting?”

—Mirembe M’Ahar

Eryn’s eyes twinkled, “Getting into trouble was encouraged vhere I grew up, but I got into move trouble zhan most. It vas decided I needed a hobby, something that vas hard vork. I vorked with a machinist but had no talent for the technicalities, but loved working the metal.”

Eryn Romanov