Closing Soon—Joe Bradley at Gagosian Beverly Hills
April 4, 2017
Oil paint has so much life. It really behaves like it wants to behave. You’ll go into a painting with an idea of what you want to do, and forty seconds later your plan has been upended. You always have to deal with these little skirmishes on the canvas. —Joe Bradley
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A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes. Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part OnePart TwoPart Three Part FourPart Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight
“Come on, love, have a little faith. I would cross an ocean to get to that gallery opening.”
I smirked at his joke, “Yes, Harry, that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”
I heard him chuckle on the other line, “I’ll be there. Promise.”
That was a week ago. I hadn’t talked to him much since and now we were nearing the end of the gallery opening. No sign of Harry. I checked my phone; no missed calls or texts. I tried calling him myself and only got his voicemail.
"Hi! Gallery opening today! Call me when you land, I just want to know if you got in safely.”
“Hey it’s me, just wondering when you’ll be here so I can let the curator know when to look for you.”
“Hi, me again, all the photos of you sold pretty quickly, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I think most people are more here for you than me. Anyway, call me back please.”
“There’s only a few people left here and the gallery closes in an hour. Where are you?”
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There were only 2 workers on the shop floor, working the evening shift at the supermarket when he came in. Jinki had a face mask on hoping to avoid being recognised; he just wanted to buy some chicken nuggets to put in his freezer back in his apartment. He hadn’t been to this particular market in a while and they’d changed the layout, so he wandered around looking for the signs to point him toward the freezers. You noticed him looking sort of lost, he was the only customer in the shop and you were not on the tills so they approached him. “Excuse me, sir. Can I help you with anything?” he turned to you, looking slightly startled. You smiled warmly to encourage him to tell you what he was looking for. “O-oh, uh…” He didn’t quite know what to say. The stunning individual before him snatched any words he might have had to offer as a response. “Sir?” You asked, tilting your head. “Ah, sorry, your smile is very disarming.” he said, regaining his composure, pulling down his mask, showing his own charming smile. You giggled, “And what is it you were looking for, this visit?” you asked again, your smile much more genuine this time. “Ah, right. Chicken nuggets.”
As you served him at the checkout he shyly avoided eye contact, making you curious. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to meet up some time?” He offered, his mask back on his face. You were shocked, but flattered and nodded with a smile. “Maybe meet up for coffee. If someone as lovely as yourself isn’t busy or taken, of course. “Sure, I’ll write my number down on your receipt.” You chuckled softly, “Flatterer.”
Jonghyun wanted to unwind and have a cup of coffee at a small cafe that he’d passed a few weeks earlier. It was open late and rarely had many people in it at any time. He walked in and sat himself down at the barstools at the counter. It was a cute layout for a cafe. “What can I get for you this evening?” You, the barista, asked. Jonghyun looked up and was stunned into momentary silence. The charming barista before him had a sweet smile that had his cheeks heating up. “Ah-um, a caramel macchiatto please.” he just about managed to stutter out his order, unable to stop staring at the barista’s face. “Sure thing, are you drinking it here?” You asked before turning to pick up a cup. “Ah, yes.” You nodded turning to the mugs, “Large?” you looked back at him and he nodded. He sat attempting to collect his wits, trying to think of an appropriate way to ask this lovely individual on a date.
When you turned to give him his coffee, he had an adorable frustrated look on his face. you carefully placed the coffee down before him and smiled staring at his beautiful face until he came back to his senses. “Whoa! Ah!” he jumped and you giggled, moving back. “You coffee, sir.” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, getting the money from his pocket, “Hahaha, thank you, sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” you winked turning back to clean up. Jonghyun’s eye flickered up from his coffee to your back as he tried to think of what to say to win you over. “Would y-” “How about-” he shut his mouth and motioned for you to continue. “How about a date?” his eyebrows shot up. “Yes.” he responded instantly. “Hehe, great!”
You were about to close up as it was pretty close to closing time at the gallery, you figured no one else was going to show up and you could leave right on time if you cleaned up during the last few minutes of open hours. “Ah, just in time.” you turned to the sound of a voice just coming into the gallery. “Oh, you weren’t closing up were you?” Kibum asked as you looked startled that someone had entered. You had such a soft cute face he just had to strike up a conversation. “Oh, ah no don’t worry about it. But there’s not much time before closing, are you sure you’ll enjoy the gallery with so little time?” You ask, hoping he’s not one of those people who makes a fuss. “Don’t worry about it, I’m here to buy a piece.” He smiled. You were slightly surprised, but why else would someone come to a gallery so close to closing? “I don’t suppose you’re the curator?” he asked standing closer to you, as if to lead you to the piece he wanted. “This is one of my favourite galleries, the layout is always stunning.” You blushed, what a sweet talker, he must have known you were the curator. “I am the curator, but I suspect you already knew that.” “You caught me, I was hoping I could sweet talk you into seeing me outside of your work hours some time.” His face lit up with a cheeky grin.
You were one of the groundskeepers of a park that plenty of people enjoyed playing football[soccer] and basketball late at night. And as luck would have it you have the evening shift and one of the ground lights needs fixing. Once you get to the field you noticed a tall man beside the light that needed fixing, his back turned to you. You place your tools and the box containing the replacement bulb down and snatch his attention. Minho was startle by the sound and was shocked to see that the groundskeeper who had come to fix the light, that he had accidentally damaged, was so cute. “Excuse me please, sir. I don’t want you to be a risk if the bulb is broken.” You chirped, he was very handsome and the air was much more refreshing than you had been expecting and it lifted your spirits. “Ah, uh, I’m sorry i’m the one who broke it. I didn’t mean to of course, but I figured you’d need to know what happened.” you smiled, how cute! What sweet young man. “Hehehe, no, there’s no need for that. I appreciate your honesty and willingness to help, though! It very refreshing. Usually it’s some brats who don’t even mention that anything need fixing. So thank you very much.” You beamed at him taking the protective panel away from the light fixture. “You can go back to your game if you want to.” You said looking up at him. “Oh, but what if the ball comes this way and you have your back turned? The light is replaceable but you aren’t.” he gave a dopey smile at his cheesy excuse for sticking around. You laughed heartily. “Well thank you then.”
You were working late at the library hanging around the small manga area, people kept leaving it a mess so you decided you’d stick around to deter anyone from doing it again. Taemin had some free time before they all went out to eat so he decided he’d spend some time catching up on some manga and meet the others at their selected restaurant later. When he got to the manga section he was surprised to see someone fixing the order of the books on the shelves. He often found them in a mess, so this was a pleasant change. He noticed you were in the way of the volume he wanted to read and stood behind them awkwardly, unsure of whether he should ask them to move or to just wait. He didn’t reach a decision as you noticed him behind you. “Oh! Sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” You squeaked stepping out of his way. He stared wide eyed for a moment, his mouth agape. “You wanted something I was in front of, right?” “Oh! Yes, sorry. Thank you. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be sorting the books.” he replied looking away bashfully. He hadn’t meant to stare but the glowing person before him was a sight to behold. You laughed, “Yes, I figured I’d try to deter anyone from leaving it in the mess it usually is in by this time.” he smiled back hoping to keep the conversation. “Ah, I had noticed that too. I guess you work here then?” before you could answer you were called by your boss. “Oh, I’ve got to go.” “W-wait, will you come back over here when you have the chance?” He blurted, cheeks flushing as he realised what he’d said. You giggled, nodding as you wandered over to your boss’s desk.
I’m not trying to illustrate a point or a position. I have nothing in particular to say … When I work I feel like I’m fumbling around for something and I just get my fingers on it for a second. —Joe Bradley.
“Joe Bradley: Forty Four Drawings” at Gagosian Eden Rock is closing today, January 31, 5pm AST.
+ Our muses going on a date under the stars ₰ Our muses going on a date at the aquarium ∆ Our muses going on a date on the beach & bonefire at night ⱷ Our muses going on a date on a boat in the middle of the ocean ◊ Our muses going on a date at the fair « Our muses going on a date in a closed amusement park × Our muses going on a date in a drive thru movie Ð Our muses going on a date at a historic site Ɣ Our muses going on a date in muns choice of AU Ψ Our muses going on a date in muns choice of Crossover Ϡ Our muses going on a date on a cruise ҉ Our muses going on a date during a road trip Ҩ Our muses going on a date in a closed art gallery ‡ Our muses going on a date of muns choice of year -20’s, 50’s, 60’s, etc] ‼ Our muses going on a date in an exotic setting ₡ Our muses going on a date in the mall ₪ Our muses going on a date as a stay in at home date && Muns choice
As you all are aware, the season 3 intro that was presented at the Closing of the Art Gallery in California was leaked by TheKingdomOfMewni.( I could be wrong but that’s where I found it)
To all the people that are deciding or is about to post the intro to the public, please think and be aware of the consequences and negativity you will receive while doing so.
And to the people that have already posted the “leak” out already, I would highly recommend to delete your post immediately and don’t refuse yourself because of the views, likes, or and any other responses you can receive from others.
If you would like to make the argument that, “Daron already knows it doesn’t matter anymore!” Or “It’s not a big deal, just be happy I got this footage from you!”, you can go ahead and keep them since I’m not forcing anyone here to do anything right or wrong.
But, don’t be surprised if we all get the news we never wanted and the fandom is going to be filled with certain “feelings” and “opinions” to those who encourage the idea of posting the intro and gave them one of those 2 arguments or a different one.
I hope does the right thing and make sure we are still a stable fandom.
Last time Im talking about this.
Exhibition Title : SPACEWARD Gallery : Everyday Mooonday at the Gallery in Republic of Korea Opening reception : 2016.11.19 19:00-22:00 Exhibition schedule : 2016.11.19 - 12.25 Hours : Tue - Sun 12-20 (The gallery is closed on Mondays)
TOiNZ is a Korean ceramic art collective of four artists from ceramic backgrounds.
TOiNZ brings to life ‘friendly ceramics’ where fairy tales inside each work share the warm feelings of people. They search for ‘friendly ceramics’ that function very closely to people’s everyday lives, producing traditional rice wine bottle, glass, plates and ceramic toys. Some of their works include: 'Teeyo’ the five village spirits of earth, fire, wind, water and heart; 'fire ball’ it appears when fire is needed and disappears; 'rocky rock’ the devoted son rock who carries his grandfather rock on his back everywhere and has become quite small with the wear and tear; tall and small trees that changes colors seasonally. These charming and lovable forms and roundness in their names further convey Toinz’s childlike pure soul.
Toinz creates ceramic shaped characters from carefully hand pressing, adding, subtracting and sculpting the clay, glazing to firing them in a kiln a few times. Because of its unique process, every piece is slightly different in shape giving the different forms and impressions its own unique story and identity. When I meet one that touches me more so than others, that peculiar feelings double and triple. The unique texture and weight you feel with the edge of your fingers let your imagination open up to the process each piece goes through. Each work has that something a machine made work cannot portray.
In this exhibition 'Toinz: the Adventure of Toin’ (2014), they have wandered around many villages meeting the village spirits and tribes and are now boarding the Cat Rocket. The planets of the universe are reborn through Toinz’s ceramic works and in them are the Universe Hony living there. Spaceward!
In the proud tradition of “anything is a fic idea, particularly when there’s actual work you’re supposed to be doing!”, this photo came across my dash, and for some reason my brain immediately said “Derek Hale as a landscape photographer” and things kind of snowballed from there. So, step one, go look at that photo, because it’s relevant to the fic. Then read. I’ll wait.
Stiles didn’t claim to know a lot
about art. Sure, he could fake it with the best of them; he’d spent many, many
hours listening to Lydia’s opinions about new artists she’d agreed to represent
at her gallery, not to mention her more scathing commentary on artists she
found overhyped by reviewers. Mostly, though, he just ended up coming in when
she had a new show going up and hung stuff as directed. (And then maybe
attended the opening and seeded conversations with some of her key phrases. He
wasn’t proud. There was free food.)
Usually how this went was that he
came by after the gallery closed, helped take the outgoing show down, moved
hooks and whatnot, and helped put up the new pieces. By the time they were
done, he’d have a good idea of what the artist’s style was, some sort of vague,
academic appreciation of it, and no particular desire to look at any of it
long-term. It was just art. But this time…