<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/b8/8f/ccb88fa477ea0ab73d1caa294c312a7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isis Hastings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Eiryn's apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Pensive yet playful<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and a sweater<br/><hr/><br/>Isis laughed softly as Eiryn said that she might have to get mellow before showing these next two off. "No smirking, I promise." She smiled as Eiryn guided her to the bedroom. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the two pieces of art before her. Having been raised pretty religiously, Isis preferred the latter to the former but she saw the beauty in both. They took her breath away but the words would come, they always did.<br/><br/>She studied the first, tilting her head to both sides slightly before starting to speak. "This one, I like the second figure coming out of the heart. Kind of like an inner self stepping out to shield the first figure from all the pain and the bad things the world has to offer. Amongst the army and all. That's what I see, at least."<br/><br/>Isis studided the second painting and smiled. "I have to say that I am more drawn to this one. The figure shedding his/her body away to reveal or release who he/she really is. The mob stomping out the butterlies is like all the hypocrites and haters trying to destroy that beauty from within. The ones who escape are like that beauty and the trueself escaping into the world. Just my interpretation." She shrugged a bit with a smile. "I dig it, what do you call them?"<br/><br/>She turned to face Eiryn and looked at the woman over the coffee mug as she took a sip. "Better than your art is good?"