27 of Intas, 2719
Melody's Room, The Dormitories
Melody quickly propped up the sketchbook against the easel, and selected one of the harder pencils to sketch with. The pencil would leave only light marks on the paper, thus allowing her to sketch quick studies in order to capture the range of motion Madeleine would display. Once Madeleine started her demonstration, Melody swiftly began sketching three inch tall figures aimed at capturing the line of action in each, and the rough positions of the underlying skeleton. It wasn't an especially difficult thing to do, but she wanted to capture as many poses in sequence as she possibly could. She sketched intently, eyes flicking up to capture Madeleine, pencil moving in quick, sure strokes. She tried to be looser in her strokes, trying to capture the motion more than the details, reminded of Gus's comment about her needing to learn to be comfortable with a looser, less exact style.
If these arabesques, as Madeleine termed them, were anything to go by, confisalto looked to be a graceful sort of dance. Every movement seemed deliberate and poised. It also seemed especially suited to be sketched or drawn, even the poses that were momentarily held for pauses had a certain tension informed by the dynamics of the skeleton and the musculature underneath. Madeleine was a good model, considering she had been given no directions whatsoever, she had picked movements that showcased a range of movements of arms, leg and even some torso. She even paused at the stretch of the pose for a few moments, though that may have been a factor of the dance-form rather than her own idea. In any case it helped.
Madeleine eventually stopped, both feet on the ground, and Melody kept furiously sketching for a few more moments. She looked up with a smile at the younger girl's question and beckoned her over to look at the four pages she had completely filled. "I didn't really know what I imagined, I just had this vague idea..." She stepped to the side, allowing Madeleine to look at the sketches without herself hovering over her shoulder.
Moving to the clear space Madeleine had left, she continued even as she gently massaged her right wrist, "Confisalto seems like it'd be a graceful, almost dreamy sort of dance form..." She absently tried to mimic a movement the girl had shown, sweeping her arms up and down in an over-slow wave-like motion. "I think it's very well suited to what I had in mind.." She repeated the movement, her gaze abstractedly focused on the movement of one single hand. "Say, it takes five slow seconds to raise this hand to the top position..." She swung to face her guest, "The motion picture device! You must have heard about that? It uses a series of photographs taken sequentially..." Melody stuttered to a halt, suddenly, acutely aware of the disjointed nature of her words.
"I'm sorry, I must be making very little sense. I'm not used to speaking about the thinking or the vision that precedes creating an art-piece... I'll try to explain better." She moved closer to the easel and the drawings there, waiting a few moments as she tried to find the right words. " When I heard you describe suivre, it made me think of something similar to a sequence of images, something like a series of photographs taken moments apart.. or a series of posed paintings..." She traced her finger lightly from the upper left to the right and bottom, indicating how the poses varied till the movement was complete. "If one stacked the images in front of each other.. along an imaginary axis that would represent time..."
Unexpectedly she noticed the sketches as Madeleine must have had, the figures had no defined features. The head had been sketched almost as a silhouette, and there were hardly enough detail to make out the identity of the figure beyond that it was female and possibly a student. Had she offended Madeleine by choosing to sketch her thus? "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to not show your face..." She turned a worried gaze to the younger girl's face. "You are very pretty. Not that it would have mattered either way I mean. Since you move so gracefully..." Melody stopped, mouth open, mortified colour staining her cheeks. There was an endless moment composed of pure horror, before she clapped her hands to her lips and stumbled a step back. How come she had never managed to learn the Mugrobi penchant for graceful compliments? Circle save her, she couldn't even be trusted to not make things worse. And this was the first girl, no the first student she had felt a meaningful connection with...