[Subconscious Diving, the Gratuitous Sequel]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[from the most dangerous question ever asked, good thing you can't see nineteen-year-old Ramona's expression looks like she just agreed to step on a landmine]

...do you mean like...as a girl to boy thing or, like, as a dating thing in general?

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[the_ex_in_xp]

[You'll probably enjoy this one better because it's set up to contrast the wall that was mostly about Ramona with this one that's mostly about you. And by enjoy I mean the opposite.

The first one is a collage of yellow octagons with blue seeping down from the top. It's titled "How I feel when I realize my assigned roommate hates my guts."]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

Dammit, Ramona, I didn't even know you! It didn't even last that long!

[... which... justifies hating people on first sight as a default?? Uh. On to the next one.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[The next one seems part of a set with the first, only this time the blue has seeped everywhere and a lot of the octagons are green

"How I feel when I realize my assigned roommate really hates not just me, but everybody's guts
(a.k.a Living with a misanthropist. Not better.)]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[... ow. Um. Moving on.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[This one has warm gold colors and soft shades that sort of remind you of a sunrise...or a Jose Cuervo bottle

"How I feel when I wake up after drunkenly making out with said roommate
(a.k.a. I said I was drunker than I really was)"

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[well, yeah, I figured you were... uh. Next!]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[The next few look starker, with sharper angles and darker colors.

One is almost all black, but with dry brushed streaks of red going up and down.
"How I feel when Roxie storms out of the dorm and doesn't come back until late"

One's dark blue with specks of purple, the ugly kind, on the canvas.
"How I feel when what Roxie says 'nevermind' instead of what's really bothering her"

One is just all the bad color wheel choices thrown together
"How I feel when Roxie thinks I'm insulting her but I'm not"

There are tons of other ones but it looks like a part of the way through somebody's been defacing the title cards]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[standing there, for maybe a decent chunk of time, just staring at all of them and trying to decipher as many as she can (or, well, as many as she can take), using the first three (which all stung, thanks Ramona Flowers) as a base to branch out from. Eventually she decides this is enough, pulls her hoodie down over her face a little, and ]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[THEY'RE MY FEELINGS I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

And for your deciphering needs part of the label that wasn't totally defaced had "anger management problems" and another was "prone to breaking stuff" so you can probably guess some of them were bad enough that Ramona ruined them for you. You're welcome.

The main exhibits are in the back. The statue in the middle, obviously the centerpiece. The stained glass window is on the side with the abstracts, the tarp covered on on the side with the graffiti ones, like they're arranged that way on purpose. Which one do you go to first?]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[The statue, because if it's placed prominently in the center it's probably the place you're supposed to start at.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[Probably in real galleries but in Ramona's mind it works in a nonsensical clusterfuck. EITHER WAY once you get close enough to the statue the lights slowly turn on and get brighter once you're within viewing space.

It's a large sprawling limestone sculpting. The bottom has been cut inelegantly from the quarry and then smoothed out into a stool and on top of it is a very realistic sculpture of college age Roxie. She's working on a project, the final grade for her junior year. The detail is hyper realistic, from the folds on her sweater to the way the cloudy veins of the dark grey limestone seem to stand in for her painting smudges. The most detailed part by far is, of course, Roxie's expression. It's the one she has when she is absolutely committed to her work and nothing can distract her. She's peering intently at the artistic work in front of her with her back to the large empty space.

The other half of the sculpture foundation is absent, a pillar crudely carved into the bottom with the broken remains of a sneaker--Ramona's--and a chisel all that's left in that place. On the far side of the sculpture you can see footprints carved into the side and in the floor of the studio, out to a door marked "Exit" that randomly appears.

In a tiny little bronze placard there's the name of the work. "Not Everything Can Be Set in Stone."]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[... no. No no no no no no. That's just... no, you can't... no. It doesn't matter how technically impressive it is, it's just... turning and walking away and going to the stained glass window god damn it I picked the wrong one to start on.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[The stained glass window is also in the same abstract style as the feelings paintings that line the wall. Here, it's not about how it looks but the different shards of colored glass filling up the space with light.

In the old Medieval style, there's the a wrought iron frame that looks like nothing at first, but to a trained artist eye you can make out the hands and heart design you would see in old Trinity icons or those hipster Claddaugh rings, except instead of a crown there's a wreath of colors that look like flowers. The hands are too crudely designed to see if its cradling or crushing the heart inside them, which is the only piece filled by non-colored glass.

Under the piece there's a "FRAGILE do not break especially in a fit of rage." The title card is hidden beneath that, but seriously don't read it unless you're calm enough to control that violent impulse of yours...]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[... sadly I'm reading it either way]

[the_ex_in_xp]

["Why Didn't You Believe In Me?"]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[just... staring, partly incredulous, partly wounded. And shutting her eyes so hard and clenching her fists so hard that if she had stuck to that "hey maybe I'll keep my fingernails longer and painted" idea from her vampire phase last year they'd be bleeding.

And the truth is somewhere in the realm of "how can I believe 100% in you when I don't even believe in myself?" Or something like that. But she can't even really say words or try to explain herself or admit that she maybe... really sucked at that. Going to the last one because oh fuck it let's get it over with.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[It stands to reason if this side is her feelings about Roxie, leading up to the stained glass, then the tarp covered canvas must have something to do with the scribbled out works.

Of course you still have to remove that giant sheet covering it.]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[The tarp falls and the giant canvas, so large it reaches the top of the ceiling, is uncovered...
















it's blank]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[... okay, where's the exit.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[Behind the statues, where I pulled a Galatea to your Pygmalion]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[... oh yeah. Shut up. I'm kind of emotionally overwhelmed. Walking as fast as she can without it turning into a run and not turning back for even a second.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[The blank canvas's appearance flickers as she retreats and the lights displaying the statue dim as if to bid her goodbye.]

[lesbeserious.livejournal.com]

[bye, art gallery of pain.]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[It does not say bye back.

And you should watch that first step, it's kind of a doozy...right off the side of the UC in the Sky campus and a long way down...]