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Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals

Posted Oct. 21, 2018, 8:17 a.m. by Civilian K'vorth, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (David Shotton)

Posted by Civilian Halai Cosgrove (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals

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Halai secretly was glad that he touched them, since he did so with care. Her work was tactile to create and thus she felt it was often best experienced through touch as well. A concept that seemed apt for much in her life. “Indeed, you’d be right. And though I can easily defend myself in combat, I’ve found the internal battles to be the most compelling, the most worthy of celebrating.”

For just a moment, K’vorths eye seemed to glint with delight, and possibly humor when Halai mentioned being able to defend herself easily in combat. The big Klingon did not doubt it, although until he saw it for himself he was more inclined to take it with a grain of salt and let the claim prove itself one day. He wasn’t so sure about the statement that the internal battles were more worthy of celebrating. There was nothing quite like clearing out a bar full of non-believers via the windows and celebrating the victory with several ales.

“I’m not sure that their being the most worthy of celebrating would be my choice of description, or style of celebration” he said with a smirk as he ran a finger along the ridge line of one piece almost like a caress, “Although those battles of the self do lend themselves to more expression like this, a subtle celebration that gives cause for reflection on the tides of that inner battle and the flow of the struggle overcome, worked along the piece and making those that view it wonder at the forces at play, the loss, the demands and the revolution of self worked along the folds and what that meant to the artist. Whether the battle was won or lost is known only by the one who worked the piece, but the commitment to it, the detail, reveals the strength of the struggle.”

“I have not met many Klingons who appreciate art the way you do. Is that just you, or am I missing out on something important about Klingon society?” Cosgrove knew either or both could be true.

~Halai Cosgrove, Head of S&T

He gave a soft chuckle and withdrew his hand from the works, turning to regard the woman again and as he did, a hand rose to the pendant he wore. It was carved in the image of a pair of horns, down turned and with exquisite detail. That same symbol was included in a more elaborate tattoo on the right side of his bald head, not overly large, but present. “Klingons were not always brutal warriors, as you likely know” he told her, “In my lords time, the great God, Kvaar’ton, warriors were needed and celebrated, but he was not a warrior first. He was a builder, and as such, worked amazing feats into what he lent his hands too. Poets praised his accomplishments, making art of the voice and song.”

“A honour to be sure,” Halai said, seemingly captivated by the Klingon’s philosophizing. “My mother’s people could never be considered warriors but they take great pride in things that can be created with their hands and bodies. For us, art is simply an extension of the soul of the universe translated into physical form.” She smirked. “Not that many people ask the right questions to get that answer. At least within the Federation we are simply known for our generationally passed down skills with using lasers in our art”-she gestured to her sculptures-” like that.” The pendant intrigued her and she hadn’t missed the tattoo. It wasn’t as obvious as her facial ones, but because she had her own she tended to spot them in others faster than some might.

He moved over from the artwork, glanced at the birds once more and then came to stand near her, less than an arms reach away. “Many Klingons, many people, only value the battles, the songs of war and victory, the art of the physical accomplishment. To understand my people, however, and other people on a deeper level than even the blade of my Bat’leth can reach into them, we must understand the struggle within and accept that it shapes the art of the being just as much, if not more, than the art of their victories in battle. By understanding those battles within, we can appreciate the battles without in a deeper way. We can look at the curves and edges of the person and take an understanding, a sense of the struggle they have led, and honor their struggle with more appreciation than a mere celebration.” Pausing he looked at the woman and simply grinned. “But that’s probably just me.”

K’vorth, Son of the House of Duroc

A knowing look had settled deep in her gold-ringed eyes and she smiled with an almost delight. “No, not just you. If it were, we’d not be having this conversation, now would we?” she asked rhetorically. Halai leaned in slightly towards him with an almost conspiratorially demeanour. “But then again, you already knew that about me.”

K’vorths own grin in return was wide and obvious. “Guilty, as charged” he said and chuckled slightly. “A person that can make art like this” he indicated the birds and other sculptures, “or this” he said, and raised one hand and gently traced a finger in a half circle motion, top to bottom along her face and the markings there, although not touching her at all, “has a mind made for deeper thought and catching emotions, turning them into physical things. Even if you didn’t place the markings there, they are you.”

Resting her right arm on the ladder, Halai seemed contemplative. “So, my fellow art philosopher, what brings you into this gallery today? If you’re looking to purchase something, I can guarantee you’ll make the owner very happy, as well as whatever artist you so graciously support.” She looked over her shoulder deeper into the gallery where other works were on display. Hers just happened to draw specific attention, the least of which being because she was actively installing some of them.

~Halai Cosgrove

“Purchase something, No” he said to her, and as he did he looked at the pieces on display again, although this time his eyes were searching, not examining. “Aside from not having the funds to purchase something from you, I neither have the security of keeping it safe. My vessel is not something that abides the preservation of delicate objects.”

“My Brothers and I seek something. A relic, of ancient Klingon design that is said to exist only in myth. Although we believe, we know, it exists and can restore the House of Duroc to it’s rightful place in Klingon society. Our lord, the Klingon hero Kvaar’ton, had a dagger shaped from one of his horns, broken in battle. It is why our symbol shows one horn broken, it is the relic we need to prove that Kvaar’ton is more than myth, and deserves his place beside Kahless the Unforgettable. So, I came here to search the pieces on display. It seems this Gallery may not hold that which I seek, although I have found something I was not expecting.” K’vorth bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of Halai.

K’vorth, Son of House Duroc


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