Artist Memes Novels & Stories

She's curled up in it, wearing my shirt loosely, with a sketchpad and pencil. "I'm drawing." She smiles. "I see that. Why can't I move?" I ask. "Because you'll ruin it." She glances at me. I watch the end of her pencil twirl as the tip glides over the pad. "You're drawing me while I sleep?" "Yes." She barely makes eye contact. "Why?" I question. "It's what muses are for. So, we can draw you while you sleep." She smirks. "I'm your muse?"

"And what's the name of your piece miss?" "Seasons, it was my final project at school and surprisingly it did really well," I said and they snapped their fingers. "But please, Laid Down and Bold Rest are extremely amazing, go check them out," I said and they left. "Professional artist? Featured here? You?" Michael asked and I cocked my head to the side. "Surprisingly I really thought you'd have tabs on me this entire time," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Guess I was fooling myself."

“That’s okay, I needed to get up, and look, your brought coffee and food, so now we’re best friends. Kitchen is down the hall, make yourself at home. I’ll just go to the bathroom and join you.” When Aislen joined June in the kitchen, the other woman looked up from Aislen’s sketch book guiltily. “I’m sorry… it was open…” “That’s okay, it’s what art is for, after all – to be looked at.” June’s eyes returned to the page. “You… umm… draw people having… ah.” Aislen snorted her laughter. “I draw sexy anime comics, yes. Specifically, boys love.” “Wow. There’s like, money, in that?” June wondered.

She stood next to a handsome young man, and the picture was genuinely pleasing. These gaming enthusiasts not only showcased their cartoonish and adorable illustrations but also demonstrated their impressive quick-sketch abilities. Some of the drawings were humorous, and due to their reluctance to portray a beautiful lady in an unflattering manner, they turned Alex's handsome face into a meme. The more humorous the content, the wider the spread. This set of images had already garnered over ten thousand reposts and numerous comments. Fans were exclaiming, "Don't worry, Alex's girlfriend. We, the fans, will be the ones getting flustered first."

“This is a thing?” He nodded. “It is. This artist has an I*******m account, and she posts photos of her work. They don’t last long because of vandalism or sometimes they just get ruined because they’re so tiny and no one sees them, but there are a few around if you know where to look.”

A vibrant abstract piece pulses with rhythm, the brushstrokes syncing to a low synth track, the text overlay reading: “What if the painting could speak back?” Every clip credits the artist by name, mostly unknowns, emerging painters from Nairobi, Harlem, Bogotá. The captions are simple: “Featuring original work by [artist]. Link in bio to support.” The views are in the hundreds of thousands, and the comments section is flooded with heart emojis, questions, tags to other creators. I scroll for ten minutes straight, my jaw slack. I’ve never seen anything like this creative use of paintings that doesn’t cheapen them or turn them into memes or filters.

Pulled me up, pushed me to the wall and almost ripped off my hair. Anibe: what? And you didn't do anything? Me: only slapped her and told her to steer clear of me He bounced his hands on the wheel Anibe: damn! You could have painted her face red. Turn it into a work of art I chuckled Me: not everyone is a skilled artiste like you boo Yeah, Anibe is like the best artiste ever. He can draw and paint. He even redrew the Mona Lisa and it was wow. I tapped his cheek and he smiled

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Mind telling me about it? He started laughing out loud hearing that. '' Now this is something a few might know. Even I hardly know about it.'' She moved her head in response. '' What do you mean?''. '' Well...I...don't like to get drunk with drinks. I like to get drunk with paints and art. They make me feel drunk than ordinary things. That's why.'' She looked away hearing that. He's an artist. She keeps forgetting about it day by day. Does he like art even more? han? '' Why am I thinking about whether his paintings are even more important than me? We are not the same are we?''.

She thought the artist had done a wonderful job drawing a rose that looked like it was dying with its leaves dropping to the floor. And then, there was Wizkid and Davido drawn facing each other in a challenging manner. It must've been drawn during the time when the Nigerian artistes, Wizkid and Davido were having some issues-May couldn't remember exactly what-and the social platform had taken it upon themselves to make memes of, criticize, or insult any party supporting the musician they didn't like.