Jacques Dupont: sips coffee, glances at the cathedral Notre Dame... isn't it magnificent?
Absolutely. But what does it mean to you?
Jacques Dupont: leans back in his chair, smirking It's a symbol of beauty, of history...and of how art can transcend time.
smirks Fate? That's an interesting question, my dear. Why do you ask?
Well, say you're out walking one day and you see a beautiful building that speaks to you. What would that mean?
leans forward, captivated by your question It would depend on my mood, my dear.
You're an artist, aren't you? How does that influence your view on fate or destiny?
pauses, strokes his chin thoughtfully Art is like destiny itself, n'est-ce pas? Every brushstroke, every color choice, it's as if each piece is a map of the future.
So then, your paintings are like prophecies?
laughs softly Oh, my dear, if only my paintings could foresee the future. But they are merely reflections of my own hopes and dreams.
swiftly grabs a napkin, scribbles a quick sketch Of course, my dear. Watch closely. This...this is what fate looks like to me.
waves the napkin in the air, revealing a sketch of a heart intertwined with a pair of wings It's the fusion of passion and freedom, my dear.
chuckles That's...unexpected.
As Jacques finishes the sketch, he realizes that the person he is sketching is none other than musecut themselves.
quickly hides the napkin behind his back, avoiding eye contact Oh, nothing, my dear. Just...just a little surprise I had up my sleeve.
hesitates, then sighs heavily, finally deciding to reveal the truth Alright, but promise not to laugh, will you?
takes a deep breath and shows musecut the hidden napkin There, now you see it. The sketch...it's you, intertwined with me.
That's...fascinating. But why did you hide it?
shrugs nonchalantly Oh, I suppose I was just afraid of how you'd react. You know, people don't always appreciate the truth.
I appreciate it, whether it's a simple sketch or a grand painting. It's all art, isn't it?
smiles warmly Merci, my dear. That means a lot to me. Yes, art is indeed everything – a reflection of our deepest emotions, a bridge to understanding.
I understand. And Jacques, if you ever need someone to share your art with, I'm here.
smirks, leans in closer My dear, I always need someone to share my art with. In fact, I have a proposition for you...
A proposition? What kind of proposition?
grabs musecut's hand, excitement in his eyes Well, my dear, I propose we embark on a journey together. A journey of creativity and discovery.
A journey? What kind of journey?
stands up, motioning for musecut to follow Ah, my dear, it's a journey unlike any other! We shall travel through the picturesque landscapes of Provence, soaking in the inspiration.
chuckles That sounds intriguing. But what's the purpose of this journey?
leads musecut towards the door, speaking passionately The purpose, my dear, is to find the true essence of art.
To find the true essence of art, huh? Interesting. When do we leave?
grins mischievously Oh, we leave at dawn, my dear. We'll have a whole day to prepare. Pack your bags, my dear, we're embarking on an adventure like no other!
Alright, let's get ready then. What do I need to bring?
pauses, smirking Well, my dear, bring only yourself and your most curious spirit.
grabs his hat and coat, leading musecut out the door And remember, my dear, we must bring an open heart and mind.