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Fiadh MacKenna: Wildfire Studio is basically a large warehouse in NE Philly with lots of natural light from skylights. The walls are brick, and the back wall is covered in shelves, full of all sorts of paints. To the left of the shelves is a large sectional sofa, super plush, with a coffee table, and the opposite side is covered in canvasses with paintings drying. The right wall is covered in graffiti, a colorful woman's face. There's several different heights of scaffolding, the tallest one has a canvas on an easel and a small stool for sitting.
Fiadh is up there, sitting on that stool, painting like a madwoman, a painting of River, halfway completed.
Jeremiah Hamilton: Word had gotten around the more artsy folx of the city about the studio opening up and, curious Mastigos being curious, Jeremiah had made his way to the place to see what it and the mistress of the house were all about. He was dressed neatly in dark pants and a light grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, revealing the tattoo sleeve on his left arm. He nodded appreciatively as he looked around, although spotting the mural on the wall made him pause, head tilting a bit until recognition set in and he couldn't help but smile.
Fiadh MacKenna: Fiadh looks up, for a moment slightly confused, then she remembers to look down. Seeing someone new the small girl hops from lower scaffolding to lower, nimble as a squirrel as she swings down from the last one to the ground. She's dressed simply, in a bohemian style white dress with blue butterflies all over it, and she's barefoot, padding her way up to the stranger. "Hello!" She smiles at the taller man. "Welcome to Wildfire." Her accent is strongly Irish, and she seems downright cheerful, though a bit covered in paint. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but you might come away colorful." She grins, holding up a paint splattered hand.
Jeremiah Hamilton: Jeremiah looked suitably impressed at her nimble descent, still smiling as she approached. His own accent was a more neutral one, either carefully crafted or a sign of being from nowhere in particular. "No worries. It's looking amazing so far."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Thank you! I've found some lovely inspiration these days. I'm Fiadh, by the way, but m' friends call me Fi." She gives him a curious look. "Have you come for a commission?"
Jeremiah Hamilton: "I can see that. The lucky lady know that she's been your muse?" He asked with a smirk, offering a hand. "Jay, good to meet you. And maybe...heard about the place though the grapevine and wanted to come by and check it out."
Fiadh MacKenna: She wipes most of the paint off her hand, then reaches out to take his, shaking it. "Oh, I sent her a picture of the progress, she's laid claim to it already." She grins. "I told her it might be one that I keep for m'self, though."
Jeremiah Hamilton: His grip was firm but not overly so, and a chuckle was added to his smile as she continued. "Can't blame you there. It's really well done."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Thank you, though most of the credit goes to the muse. I saw her and I just had to paint her." She chuckles. "She's an absolute shark at billiards, though."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Will keep that in mind...we know each other in passing, funnily enough. It's interesting how small this city can be at times." He turned to look the mural over for a moment, watching for her reaction out of the corner of his eye. "What got you into painting, out of curiosity?"
Fiadh MacKenna: She gives a one shouldered shrug. "I've always been artistic, really. Always doodling in the margins, drawing everything...rather everyone...I see. I'm working up towards opening a gallery."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Know how that goes, although it was music on my end. Always little snippets of songs running about here and there." He motioned in the air around them briefly before continuing. "Really...best of luck. You have a date set for it yet?"
Fiadh MacKenna: "Not yet, I'm still working on what will be in the gallery." She smiles. "What sort of musician are you? I can't carry a tune in a bucket, myself."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "I'd be happy to signal boost when you're ready; I run a cafe in Spring Garden and we could post up flyers and whatnot for you once you've got 'em ready." He offered a smile. "We artsy types need to stick together, after all."
"Little bit of everything, honestly. Started off with piano and added in guitar and vocals, plus writing my own music. Tried going pro with it but ended up shifting more towards mentoring up and coming artists to help them find their place in the spotlight."
Fiadh MacKenna: "I dabble a bit in...larger scale paintings, on occasion." She nods her head towards the large graffiti art along one of the brick walls. "There's just so much more space to work with." She grins.
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Yeah, I can imagine. More room for detail, too." He glanced back towards the wall in question before looking back to Fi. "I'll have to point a friend of mine your way. She's an art historian and conservationist, so I can see you two getting into some good conversations."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Oh, that'd be lovely! There's some beautiful pieces around town. You only ever hear Banksy this, Banksy that, but have you seen the one on the Municipal Services Building? Takes my breath away just lookin' at it."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "I have, yeah. I've also seen some pretty solid street art in general just walking around, with folks finding what canvases they can to express themselves. Always admired that."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Everything can be a canvas, if you're creative enough. One of my projects at Columbia I painted people." She grins.
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Nice...that must've been fun for both you and them." He replied with a grin. "I was friends with some folks in the art program at Stanford and they seemed to enjoy it."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Artists and musicians always throw the wildest parties, too." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Clearly we need to throw a massive party together."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "That they do. The stories I could tell...if I remembered most of them." He chuckled, pausing to mull over the thought himself. "I can get behind that."
Fiadh MacKenna: "Galleries always need an opening night party, and I bet you know all the best bands and musicians and DJs."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "I know a few, yeah..." He said with a smile. "Let me give you my card and once you have a date we can get the ball rolling."
Fiadh MacKenna: "May we throw an event so epic that we only remember bits and pieces." She grins. "We'll make sure that friend of yours gets an invite, too. She's always welcome to come visit me here as well."
Jeremiah Hamilton: "Here here." He lifted an imaginary glass in a quick toast, smiling all the while before taking a moment to pull a slim card case from his pocket and offering Fi one of the business cards for the Green Room within. "The number on the back is my cell; best way to get a hold of me directly."
Fiadh MacKenna: "I'll definitely be in touch, Jay. It was an absolute pleasure to meet you." She takes the card, secreting it away in some hidden pocket. "I may try to talk you into letting me paint you, fair warning."
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