Hmm. What a scene of contradictions. Might I suggest this description:
"The ocean strongly knows what it is. It needs not the land beside it to reveal it's true, unforgiving nature. But the sea, the sea is caught between two worlds. As close as it hews to the land, it longs to be the great vastness. But, the light of the moon knows the truth. For, on the ocean, it can be. And in the sea, it must fight amongst the lights of the ships of men."
[... So Haru had been talking about trying some poetry. He didn't think she'd have taken this many steps towards it in such a short a time.]
That is... a very nice description. But it doesn't quite cover what I was trying to say. I am speaking from an artistic perspective. If I were to paint the scene, it would literally have the differences I mentioned. I would be able to paint the ocean as it was, blue and splendid, but it would be from my memory. Not from vision.
The ocean now is grey and has lost that old, familiar charm. It will take me a while to get used to the changes and see that same beauty in them.
It is not a lack of creativity. It is... accepting the fact that I can no longer see that blue and trying to find the same bewitching beauty in the shade I see it as now. Once I find beauty in what I see again, I can move on to interpreting it in different hues for the sake of artistic interpretation.
The sight of the sun setting over a silver grey ocean was... more inspiring than I thought it would be. The pinks, red and golds of the sun were reflected like they were shining off a mirror.
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Oh, I see. I was wondering why you didn't remember our conversation. You're not Haru.
Ah, I see you've finally caught on. Wonderful, now we can have a meaningful conversation about the colour of the sea. Admittedly, I'm less interested in your search for beauty, though I can appreciate artistry.
While we'd assumed such constants as the colour of the sea, the art I seek tends to be predicated on change. Especially when I see a status quo rotten to the core, and a people too powerless to change it.
Art, you see, is deeply personal.
Change is quite the constant-- so I've little time to mourn for the ocean. Besides... you do seem to have discovered at least half a key.
Oh? You're not talking about art in a traditional sense of pencil on paper, or the like I take it? Although you can use the rot of society as inspiration for everything from musical scores to paintings.
Of course. It's what makes it ever changing and intriguing.
A shame. It is beautiful in a way now, but I do still miss the way it was. [... ?] A key?
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"The ocean strongly knows what it is. It needs not the land beside it to reveal it's true, unforgiving nature. But the sea, the sea is caught between two worlds. As close as it hews to the land, it longs to be the great vastness. But, the light of the moon knows the truth. For, on the ocean, it can be. And in the sea, it must fight amongst the lights of the ships of men."
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That is... a very nice description. But it doesn't quite cover what I was trying to say. I am speaking from an artistic perspective. If I were to paint the scene, it would literally have the differences I mentioned. I would be able to paint the ocean as it was, blue and splendid, but it would be from my memory. Not from vision.
The ocean now is grey and has lost that old, familiar charm. It will take me a while to get used to the changes and see that same beauty in them.
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The ocean is blue, in a simple sense. But it can be so much more, should you apply your vivid sense of colour.
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It is not a lack of creativity. It is... accepting the fact that I can no longer see that blue and trying to find the same bewitching beauty in the shade I see it as now. Once I find beauty in what I see again, I can move on to interpreting it in different hues for the sake of artistic interpretation.
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Oh, I see. I was wondering why you didn't remember our conversation. You're not Haru.
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Are they not one and the same? Art and the work you put into it to portay your vision, or your message should reflect a level of beauty on some level.
Aside from that, I simply wish to find beauty in things as they are now and stave off the disappointment they are not the same as they were before.
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Art, you see, is deeply personal.
Change is quite the constant-- so I've little time to mourn for the ocean. Besides... you do seem to have discovered at least half a key.
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Of course. It's what makes it ever changing and intriguing.
A shame. It is beautiful in a way now, but I do still miss the way it was. [... ?] A key?