A Dance In Paper
Jun. 3rd, 2013 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomorefeathersTitle: A Dance in Paper
Story/Setting: Stolen Dreams 'verse
Table: Emotions & Mundane
Prompt: 064 - Paper Craft
Word Count: 145 words
Rating: General
Summary: It's just the art of going from simple to complex. That makes something beautiful.
Warnings: None
It always starts with a simple square. There are models made from other shapes of course; rectangles, triangles, even a circle or two. But she prefers to stick to the traditional, the magic of transforming the square into something infinitely more complex. One fold, and then another, each building off of the previous, always razor edge precise. Mistakes now will ruin the whole thing. Simple square on to base - traditional forms, learned and memorized so long ago the teaching is forgotten. There the true work begins, the final shape slowly revealing itself. It's almost like a dance, each step a fold, individually nothing, but strung together, beauty out of the simplest form.
She can't design her own models, still bound to instructions from others, but that doesn't negate the beauty of the final product.
Not every dancer needs to be a choreographer, after all.
Story/Setting: Stolen Dreams 'verse
Table: Emotions & Mundane
Prompt: 064 - Paper Craft
Word Count: 145 words
Rating: General
Summary: It's just the art of going from simple to complex. That makes something beautiful.
Warnings: None
It always starts with a simple square. There are models made from other shapes of course; rectangles, triangles, even a circle or two. But she prefers to stick to the traditional, the magic of transforming the square into something infinitely more complex. One fold, and then another, each building off of the previous, always razor edge precise. Mistakes now will ruin the whole thing. Simple square on to base - traditional forms, learned and memorized so long ago the teaching is forgotten. There the true work begins, the final shape slowly revealing itself. It's almost like a dance, each step a fold, individually nothing, but strung together, beauty out of the simplest form.
She can't design her own models, still bound to instructions from others, but that doesn't negate the beauty of the final product.
Not every dancer needs to be a choreographer, after all.