The last few weeks have been unexpectedly hectic, what with rehearsals and work and finishing a few portraits that I have been commissioned to do. It seems that painting alone won't be able to let me pay the rent to Mr. Jean-Lautrec on time, so I decided to take up some part-time work doing carpenting as well. The work is hard but the pay is good, ( Read more... )

There is only the soft sound of Sean's breathing as Viggo props himself up on one elbow, smiling at the sleeping figure next to him, bathed in moonlight. He brushes Sean's hair away from his face, admiring how the sharp planes of his face are accentuated in the moonlight. Sitting up further, Viggo makes a mental note to capture this moment on ( Read more... )

The last few days have been tiring, and Viggo is beginning to miss the warm bed he left behind in Paris, settling instead for the thin, worn mattresses in the train berths as both he and Sean shifted from train to train. Now they are passing through Belgium, the passing landscape shifting into an endless snapshot of the beautiful European ( Read more... )

It is only a few more days before Viggo and Sean leave Paris for Denmark, and Viggo has written up a few goodbye notes for the wonderful people he has met in Paris so far. A note to Monsieur Hill whom he has not seen for the longest time, but he had heard rumours from a neighbour that Bernard had been admitted to hospital. He left the note at the ( Read more... )

Denmark. Sean has agreed to go with him. Which makes Viggo happy beyond his wildest dreams, but at the same time, he is slightly nervous about going back home. He has not been home in over 15 years and he is certain things are drastically different now. Does Papa still have the farm? Are his brothers well? He wonders if Leif finally married his ( Read more... )

The ancient kettle sits on top of the coal stove, steaming away merrily as Viggo wanders around the kitchen, taking out two cups and their accompanying saucers, along with a tin of tea leaves. The whistle of the kettle gradually gets louder as the water finally reaches boiling point, and Viggo quickly spoons tea into the cups before taking the ( Read more... )

( A desolate figure in an empty theatre, on a dusty afternoon. )

( Viggo takes Sean to visit his Basque gypsy friends who are camping on the outskirts of town and getting ready to move on to Portugal. )

( A poem for Sean. )

[Happens after this]Being an artist, Viggo is a person used to always living for the moment, giving in to impulses and letting them see where they would take him. Usually, it ends up in a lurid splash of paint on the canvas, but now, there are far worse consequences than an abstract painting ( Read more... )