The Art Exhibition

[Syan Forossa]

The art exhibition held at Coruscant it's upper levels showcased the work of young and aspiring artists. The art would later that month be put up for auction. What the auction yielded would go to several organizations with their main goal being the support of civilians living on war-struck planets and cities. This gave the exhibition a more noble cause and therefore attracted the atttention of many upperclass citizens who wanted to improve their public images. The exhibition had a secondary purpose as well, for it gave the young artists an opportunity to show what they were capable of, in hopes of them gaining more fame. In fact, most of the artists were present in the large halls, who frantically tried to convince the staff that their works would look better if positioned on another wall, or under another light.

The exhibition had a few themes in common, namely hope and growth, but also death and disease. Some halls were filled with portraits and sculptures of emaciated beings, often twi'leks, while other halls were filled with beautiful sculptures of beings reaching down to help the poor on the ground. It was a masterful strategy to use different halls for this, as some would give unsettling feelings and others would fill one with hope and love. Their were halls dedicated to just paintings and portraits as well. And in those halls, between the parfumed and colorful upperclass citizens, a single muscular and tall cathar could be found.

The bright white walls were starting to hurt the cathar knight's amber-colored eyes. He had recognized some senators and even some Jedi among the numbers of well-dressed beings from all corners of the planet. Well, the corners which were located above street level, that was for sure. The sharp scent of another expensive parfume came like a bolt out of the blue as another quite fat but also rich human approached the particular painting he was looking at, even further harming Syan's sense of smell. Coming to Coruscant had certainly taught him one thing: the rich liked their parfumes. Syan refused to use that sort of stuff, but for this particular situation he did wear a suit. Normally he would simply wear his Jedi robes, but it wasn't smart to attract a lot of attention here.

The security was high, with guards around every corner and a metal detector positioned near the entrance. It obviously meant that no droids could enter the place, but it also meant that Syan had to leave his lightsaber at his rented room. The fact that no droids were allowed to enter the halls was unfair in his eyes, as there were in fact, droids walking around. Of course, they belonged to the facility and served the potential buyers all sorts of expensive wines and types of food which he, of course, refused. If the paintings were not protected by glass layers, then they would likely not come out of this hall unscathed. Wine could leave quite some stains after all.

While Syan was a fan of art, he would not have gone to the exhibition were it not for his little sister. A Jedi may not be allowed to have influencing and emotional bonds, but the order didn't have to know and have influence over everything that happened in his life. Syan and his sister have contact on a weekly and sometimes monthly basis, mainly through letters, but sometimes through holocalls. His sister was a very capable painter, but their family didn't have the credits necessary to send her to art school. So Syan paid for her education with his own hard-earned credits, and it was worth it. She often told him about what she learned at school, and where it came back in her own paintings. She worked very hard, for she was the only member of his family with a proper education. But recently, she had received an opportunity to gain a bit of fame. And that was exactly why Syan, as a proud older brother, was here. She had described her painting to him, but he had yet to find it. Syan was actively looking for it, eager to see the work which his sister had put her heart and soul in.

 

[Kariach Delonzoe]

The moment she heard of the art exhibit on Coruscant, Kariach quickly cleared her two day schedule meetings with low ranking politicians, pushing them back a week at least, and rescheduling a couple of training sessions with two other Knights back on Tython, since her time on Coruscant now will take longer than originally planned. To her surprise, one of the politicians, a female representative from Corellia, was an art enthusiast like the Knight and happened to have an extra ticket. The two arrived at the monolith building, already surrounded by art critics and art lovers from all over the known galaxy, finding it challenging to navigate through crowds.

"I never knew so many people flocked to these events, Miss Calista," the Jedi said side-stepping around a group of Hapans. The politician chuckled slightly before replying, "You will be surprised how boring life can be on Coruscant, regarding the political scene. When an event such as this opens, everyone finds time to pay a visit. Very few things on Coruscant to keep one's mind from going idle."

Before being granted admission into the event, their tickets needed to be scanned and authenticated. Handing both tickets to the security guard, Kariach said, "Why would anyone try to cheat the artists out of due credits?" Handing both tickets back to her, he said, "This is Coruscant, Master Jedi, the conception that this place is paradise is simply a mirage of thinking." To her left, the politician laughed. "Forgive my friend," Miss Calista said, "She's new to Coruscant and hasn't experienced all it's ups and downs."

With no clear itinerary, being this outing was one of those spur of the moment items, the two walked around talking and visiting the lesser known paintings. "So tell me, Knight Delonzoe, is it true you requested the assignment to work with us politicians for the next four months." Taking her eyes off a colorful abstract work of art, she replied, "Yes. Since I was young, politics have always been something of a fascination to me. I believe by understanding it over the next few months, it will make me a better Jedi when it comes to representing the Jedi Council on particular assignments where negotiations are required over physical statements."

"Interesting," the politician said.

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[Syan Forossa]

Syan strolled through the hall, unsure where the specific painting he was looking for would be. It had to be in the hall for the lesser known paintings and beginning artists, but it was filled with so many works of art that he felt like he was looking for a needle in a haystack. While he searched for his sister's painting, he made sure to look at the other paintings and sculptures as well. The young and aspiring artists had truly outdone themselves.

Syan stopped to admire a painting for a moment. The subtle yet long strokes of the brush made it look as if a child could paint it from a distance, but when closely analysed, the painting had an actual high amount of detail. "A magnificent painting, isn't it?" a scrawny Rodian next to him said. Syan nodded, "I'm looking forward to seeing more of this painter, his work is already astounding and he has not even reached the height of his carreer yet." With that, he ended the conversation and moved on to the next painting.

Gracefully avoiding a group of Hapans, Syan moved to one of the white walls closest to the exit of the large hall. Three paintings were on display there, but the one in the middle was the painting that caught his attention. Especially the neatly written name at the right bottom: Forossa. His eyes shifted to the painting itself, as he tried to grasp every detail present in the painting. The painting itself was exactly as she described it. A memory of their past. The painting showed five cathar littermates and no parents in a filthy back alley. The oldest of the littermates, a male, tried to equally distribute what food they had left. The other four children had hungry expressions and sad eyes. In short, it reminded him of the past. He couldn't help but smile and feel proud. "A common and realistic scene with a high amount of detail. Impressive as always, sister." He whispered, more to himself than the surrounding public.

 

[Chakaa Tyrakki]

While taking in the sights of this new world that, the first that he had discovered since leaving his home, and people behind and paying no mind to his protocol droid, Rust-butt's attempts to tell him that this Planet was already well known throughout the Galaxy. Upon spotting some wealthy people , if their fine clothing and fancy jewelry were to be any indication of their status, walking towards a building and talking about the exhibit he decided to follow them, after all they were the type of person he would be some day, so he might as well join them, paying no mind that he would stick out like a sore thumb, he was sure he would have no problems gaining entrance to the fancy event.
Making it to the door was no problem, other than Rust-butt's feeble attempts to persuade his new Ewok master away from a place where "You do not belong". What would a Droid know? Entering the door? That too was easy, what was unexpected was upon being being by a human hostess, female he'd guess, but he wasn't an expert on aliens.
"Excuse me, err.. sir are you lost? Perhaps I can point you someplace else?"
Chakaa blinks twice before formulating a story, and immediately starts speaking rapidly in Ewokese, the hostess get a dumbfounded look on her face with makes Chakaa wish he could laugh, but this has to be sold. Once his prattle stops Rust-butt intervenes translating for the bewildered woman in the familiar whine of a droids voice synthesizer.
Greetings madame, please allow me to apologize for our rude interruption, and allow me to introduce my master, Chakaa Tyrraki, Son of Chukta Tyrraki, Prince of the Ewok tribes of Endor. Who upon hearing of this fine establishments viewing tonight wished to see the fine works of art created by our brothers and sisters from the stars, and is looking forward continued sharing of culture between our peoples."
the Hostess just stares mouth slightly agape, trying to think of a response, Chakaa waves politely hoping he gets lucky, after a moment she waves her hand, motioning for him to continue in into the exhibit with an absent minded wave of her hand "Droids outside"
Leaving Rust-butt to leave Prince Chakaa, that's a good one! My luck worked this time ue thanks to himself as he Heads into the large white room filled with his future acquaintances and fine art, he begins to meander around the room, pausing to look at a painting of an alleyway being examined by an alien he'd never seen before.