Art Base Novels & Stories

Her phone lit up, “Holy shit, I’ve been sponsored by several art suppliers as I’m a finalist.” The message read… Congratulations: D.R. Dares, On becoming a finalist in the National Young Artists Competition. To assist you in completing your ten ‘Vulnerability’ art pieces, please use the care packages that will arrive with new art supplies to make things easier and more accessible for all our finalists.

I suggested and not having any other option he agreed and then gave me a chance. "But, as the function is in 2 days we don't have much time. I will give you time till tomorrow morning so draw all the plans you have and then show me by 9a.m," dad gave me a time limit and I agreed for it. Adeep, Aadhav, Ishaan and Jagat also came to my room and they also want to do it. I suggested,

"You are one stubborn girl, you should have disputed and sent them back to him if you didn't want them," "Aron, can we not talk about this? I already told you my stand, there are many other places we can hold the exhibition," Nicole responded, she didn't know why Aron was so bent on using there for the exhibition, there are a lot of local places to choose from, lots of beautiful places too, she would have said Vhrisma but even Vhrisma was hers too, sadly, her favorite art store belong to her and she couldn't even go there because she was damn sure someone will film her and she didn't want to be on the papers for any reason.

The day had been long, and Elena Hart felt every minute of it weighing down on her as she stepped into the grand hall of the Stone Art Gallery. The invitation to the exclusive art gala had arrived unexpectedly, a sleek black envelope that stood out starkly among her usual mail. The name embossed on the front had piqued her curiosity—Evan Stone, a name whispered in art circles with both reverence and caution. He was an elusive figure, a powerful collector known for his vast wealth and discerning taste, as well as the shadows that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

sagot ko naman. “I know I know. Basta ha? Sabado?” “Oo na..” at napailing na lang ako sakaniya. At gaya ng nasa plano niya, pumunta nga kami sa Art Bazaar nung sabado. Madaming booths galing sa iba't ibang galleries ang nagsama sama ngayon upang makapagbenta ng mga likhang sining na gawa nila. Ayos naman, nag-eenjoy naman ako sa pagiikot kahit na medyo iniwan ako sa ere nitong si Claude dahil sa mga 'kaibigan' niya raw kuno. Medyo natagalan pa nga bago ko nahanap yung booth ng university namin eh, pero nang makita ko ito.. may isang painting kaagad na pumukaw sa atensyon ko.

The sun was setting, painting the room in warm gold and soft shadows. Nora stood before a canvas, brush poised but unmoving. “You’re not painting,” Jaden said quietly. “I am,” she replied, though her hand trembled slightly. “You’ve been staring at that same spot for ten minutes.” She sighed and lowered the brush. “I don’t know what I’m afraid of more. I'm messing it up… or getting it right.” Jaden stepped closer, careful, slow. “Art’s not about perfection, Nora. It’s about truth.”

was all he said before he got into his master room, but left the door open behind him, so she followed him in and shut the door. Eun Hye looked around her brother’s room. She didn't come here often because his art was displayed all over his wall. He even used a side of his walls for minimalistic painting. Min-a’s art was...abstract. If you were to put it in the simplest way. They were all creepy and didn’t fit into any box of art Eun Hye knew about from working with digital artists. She had convinced him once or twice to sell his art, but he refused, saying he wasn't a sell-out.

He’s a good friend, I knew it. I am alone now. Staring at the ceiling, my mind wanders to every possibility that might happen during this program. I’m certainly thinking that my task probably almost done as my friend has volunteered to do it for me. Maybe I’ll just catch up on all the undone things, that's if they let me do it. Or they will ask me to sit, watch, and do not making any moves in order to make me feel better and better. Lucky me, my teamwork is very supportive, maybe more supportive than my friends in the group. Even until this day, the girls never showed up here. I don’t know what the problem is, am I the problem? That’s funny to think about it, yet, I am here trying my best to

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"

Our little group held back, watching the citizens of the place we’d saved claim the art for themselves. “Go on,” Isobel said softly, standing beside me. “It’s yours, too.” I looked at Arthur. He nodded. We stepped forward. I dipped a brush into the deep green of the forest and added a single, small, deliberate stroke, a vertical line like the trunk of a hidden tree. Arthur chose the grey of the bluff and added a horizontal dash beside it, a foundation. We didn’t speak. We just made our marks, side by side. Lanc stepped up. He stared at the colors for a long moment, then, with a surprising delicacy, used the brown to add a tiny, square shape at the base of the bluff—a perfect, miniature house