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any, any, pity me that the heart is slow to learn/what the swift mind beholds at every turn (Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet 29 - "Pity Me Not")

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[a gif of vincent van gogh's starry night represented in dominoes, falling perfectly (except for one spiral that stays standing - someone out of frame chucks a domino at it and it collapses)]

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 07:01 am (UTC)

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[artwork by fran williams in warm colours (yellow, orange, brown), depicting a woman in portrait, looking towards the bottom left corner of the canvas, despondent, gives off a feeling of age, rust, pain]

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 07:00 am (UTC)

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any, any, an unofficial music video for The Civil Wars' 'The Violet Hour' in cool, pale, sepia-like tones (primarily green and blue with frequent touches of beige), very soothing, very trance-like.

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White Collar, Neal Caffrey, the physicality of artist!Neal - charcoal smudges accentuating his jawline, paint under his fingernails, callouses on his hands, any accidental cuts or scrapes from sculpture, a near-permanent inkstain on the side of his finger (from working with fountain pens on paper, perhaps), graphite on his thumb from smudging pencil sketches, satisfied and content at his own gallery show, at long last.......... just, artist!Neal.

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 07:14 am (UTC)

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Breathtaking...!!

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If this was for one of my prompts - thank you! I love it too :D
If it was for the theme and the suggestions - YES. There's nothing like being inspired by other art. ^.^

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 08:47 am (UTC)

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The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, Music was their favorite form or art.

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"So, I have something to show you."

Caitlin turned her gaze away from people watching in the park to meet Joe's eyes, lifting an eyebrow at the uncharacteristically nervous tone of his voice. She'd known he had something on his mind all day, had been expecting something like this since the moment he'd come up to her during a break in rehearsals, slipping his hand into hers and asked her if she wanted to join him on one of his coffee walks.

Like she'd ever said no to that.

Tilting her head, she didn't try to hide her smile. "Is this anything to do with the way you and Cisco have been muttering in corners together for the last two weeks?"

It was a guess, but Joe's smile, the way he looked to the sky and shook his head as he chuckled, told her that she'd guessed right. "Am I that easy to read?" he wondered and she laughed as she laid her coffee cup down on the bench beside her, carefully to make sure it didn't spill.

"Only to me," she allowed. "But Cisco being jumpy and hardly able to look at me? That was a big clue." She didn't tell him that the last time she'd seen Cisco like that had been right before Ronnie proposed to her, that Cisco had actually helped him pick out the ring, had been the one to get her out of their tiny apartment while Ronnie festooned it with rose petals and candlelight. While certain things were unforgettable, and while Joe knew all about her marriage, there were certain times that one didn't bring up one's dead husband.

With the way Joe was looking at her now, she knew that this was definitely one of those times.

"He's been helping me out with some musical arrangements," Joe admitted. Before Caitlin could point out that that was Cisco's job, he added, "With something I wrote."

She blinked with surprise. "I didn't know you..." Her voice trailed off as she realised how that might sound, but Joe didn't look upset, or offended. Instead he just shrugged as he too put down his coffee cup beside him, reached into his jacket and pulled out a sheaf of papers, neatly folded into quarters.

"I don't usually. Not for a long time." He shrugged again as he unfolded the paper, handed it over to her. "But I guess I've been inspired."

Her hand was unaccountably shaking as she took the papers from him and it seemed to rake a moment before the music notes settled on the stave and she could read them, translate them to sound in her brain. As she did so, she read the lyrics underneath them, imagining how he would sound singing the words to her and, reading the second line, how she would sound harmonising with him.

There were tears in her eyes by the time she got to the end of the first verse, a lump in her throat that made her damn glad that they were alone here, that she wasn't actually trying to sing this in front of other people.

When she got to the end of the chorus, she looked up into his face, blurry through her tears. "Joe..." Her voice was a whisper, soft as his hands on her cheeks as he cupped them, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Tears aren't exactly what I was going for," he teased and she knew she was blushing.

"Please, you knew what to expect," she said and he didn't deny it, just grinned that smile of his that always made her want to smile back. "Joe, it's beautiful."

For a man who stood in front of hundreds of people and sang his heart out on a regular basis, Joe actually looked bashful. "Like I said..." He leaned in, brushed a kiss across her forehead. "Inspired."

Her blush deepened but not, she knew, from embarrassment. "I'm inspired too," she whispered and when he narrowed his eyes in question, she wrapped one arm around his neck, pulled him close and kissed him in a way that should have left no question about the manner in which she was inspired.

And even if it did?

Later on, she left him in no doubt.

RE: Fill (Tennessee Whiskey - verse)

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Re: RE: Fill (Tennessee Whiskey - verse)

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RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Soulmate AU where Louis is really good at art and drawing so he constantly uses his own body as a doodle pad and Harry keeps waking up with random designs on his arm every so often wondering just who his soulmate is and being a bit envious at how well he can draw.

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The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, Paul poses nude for Daryl's art class.

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Prodigal Son, 1045 words, PG-13/T (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10488564) [AO3]

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The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, For their first anniversary Daryl makes her a bracelet.

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any, any, If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room

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Any, any, A good tailor is an artist.

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Any, any, elaborate Minecraft creations

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Sailor Moon, Michiru Kaioh(/Haruka Tenioh), "the heart of an artist is very delicate"

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Any, Any,

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
(Don Mclean)

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Stargate Atlantis, Ronon Dex, feeling inspired to write poetry for the first time in a very long time

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney is an artist that works in metal and found objects

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Any, any, "The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating." (Pearl S. Buck)

Edited Date: 2016-11-22 03:12 pm (UTC)

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