Art Graphic Novels & Stories

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,

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

“He’s surrounded by people who give him answers. I need to be the one who gives him questions.” I spent the next three days buried in my role. I became Aria Vance, art consultant, with a ferocious single- mindedness. I compiled a digital portfolio of pieces I knew would appeal to his stated aesthetic— bold, minimalist sculptures, stark black-and-white photography, hyper-realistic paintings that showcased technical mastery over emotional expression. Everything was sharp, clean, and controlled. But I also slipped in two other pieces. One, a small, haunting

"As you wish, Sir Kromatova! Thank you!" "What?" Danil groans. "That's it? I brought my favorite gloves! At least let me use them!" TIK tok… tik tok… All that can be heard is the clicking sound coming from the wall clock in the vet's office. Ara's work has just finished. It's ten in the evening. All of her assistants had already gone home an hour ago. She's alone. Thinking about her parents' financial incapacity. The pandemic has been going on for a while. There's a virus lethal to human lives floating in the air. If one gets infected it has to be treated as soon as possible or that person will no doubt die.

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno

Travis is working as an intern in his dad's company, lucky him and once Zada graduates this year with her degree in Business & Economics, she’ll also have a spot in the company, lucky her but either way, I’m proud of both of them and the growth they’ve both experienced since Azani’s birth. “Star of the show, good morning,” Max greeted as I entered the studio and I smiled rolling my eyes. “Hey Max, how are you?” I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his wo

I stand tall in front of the easel. "I think if I'm the subject, I should have a right to know, shouldn't I" He folds his arms. I swallow. "No. My art is not for viewing." I stand firm. He nods. "So, you've said. But technically, I already know what I look like, so you might as well show me." "No." I cross my arms. "I could command you to show me." He smirks. "Please don't." I whine.

He added his steely gaze fixated on her face making her blush and at the same time want to lean forward. God the man was handsome, and exactly her type. Businessman or not... Fate was seriously playing a trick on her. Aira was pretty sure that she was laughing her ass off somewhere. Sending a man like this her way, just when she made that decision… “I am surprised…” Aira said managing to hide her expression from him. “Why?” He asked “Well, not many people call Illustrations ‘Art’. Especially not seasoned art connaisseurs,” “Well, I might not be a connoisseur,” He answered, “But as someone who loves art, I think it’s absurd that Illustrations can’t be called art. I mean look at Gina Lee’s wor

⁠ “‌J‍ustify‍ i‌t. Not w⁠ith sen‍timent, with⁠ numbers.⁠ Sh‌o‌w them the projected market gr‍owth for sustai‌n‍able materials.” Elara, w‌ho had once s‌een numbers as the enemy of art, now‌ foun⁠d‌ a strange beauty in their‌ logic. She adapted, her artis‍t’s mind finding elegant,‍ visual ways to p‌resent complex data. She designed her own slides, turning dry statistics into compelling infographics. During a late-night session, fueled by cold coffee and sheer determi⁠nation, she finally cracked under a particularly gruel‍ing⁠ line of questioning from him‌.