Novel & Cerita Artistic Names

“We will place our bets on you. And whoever that has the highest bid on their heads, I shall make them win.” Robin’s jaw dropped hearing that. Anger rose to the peek, knowing no bounds. "Doesn't that sound fascinating?". “You never get tired of using your cheap methods, do you?”. Richard’s eyes widened in response. “Excuse me?”. “All that you are after is profit and money only. You are using your cheap methods to play with the emotions of us artists.” “You should be ashamed of yourself.” “Ashamed? This is business. I should never be ashamed to do my own business at all, should I?”.

I asked, knowing her wolf loved naming things. Ariel shook her head, “don’t even ask. She already has a whole list and half of it is so crazy. Arla is the most normal one, combing our names. But I don’t like it.” “What about Sweets? That is what Easton always calls you.” Ati said. “Sweets? Or maybe sounding more official we could do Sweets and co.” I said to Ariel. We googled the name and actually found several businesses with that name.

As she made her way through the crowd, she spotted a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. Her artist friend, with his colorful attire and expressive demeanor, was waiting for her at a corner booth just like she had expected. They had crossed paths a few times at this very nightclub and twice at local art exhibitions, but they never shared names. To her he was the ‘Artist’, and he always referred to her as the ‘Businesswoman’. Yet, something about him had always intrigued her—a sense of understanding and empathy that seemed to radiate from him.

"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."

The man pointed towards the painting, “That's a painting of the famous Mount Ararat and it is a very beautiful piece, if I do say so myself. What a skilled artist! Is it your work, sir?” Cameron almost choked as he quickly shook his head, staring at the man in surprise. “I can't possibly be the artist, sir,” he explained, “I don't know a thing about painting but my sister, she's the artist. Infact, she's a renowned artist, you must have heard about her. Her name is Calista Axford.”

He came back with a thin file. "Sophia Chen, twenty years old. Runs a gallery under the name Sera Morningstar. Started eighteen months ago, already profitable. Art degree from NYU, graduated early. No social media presence worth mentioning. Lives alone in SoHo. Doesn't date publicly." "Why the different name?" James shrugged. "Artists do that sometimes. Separation between personal and professional." I stared at her photo a candid shot from an art magazine. She was looking at something off-camera, and that same intensity was there. Like she could see through everything.

Kara’s POV. Because I couldn’t use my actual name on my paintings, I signed all my paintings under the name Jesse Brady. “You’ve got a good name,” Sean told me after we finalized the contract for my artistic debut. “Very gender neutral. Good for confusing the sexists.” I didn’t love the idea of people coming to see my art thinking I was a guy, but as a new artist, I needed all the edge I could get.

That was the first rule I made with Tami, the owner of the atelier in Brooklyn who’d agreed to help me produce it. “It’ll be our secret,” she said that first day in her cozy backroom studio, her curls piled high and wild above her head. “But this work, Eloise? It deserves a name that carries its own magic.” So we came up with Alira. Just a name pulled from the ether, no personal history, no association, only a beginning. One that didn’t come with Lucian’s shadow or Jennifer’s poison trailing behind. And yet, every time I checked our modest online store, the numbers slowly ticked up.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss your exhibition for anything and don't forget I love art." She chuckled and nodded to Layla. "Oh forgive my manners..." I said, "... This is Layla, CEO of LAYNAT brand and Layla, this is Kimberly, CEO of Kim galleries." "Hi, nice to meet you", they both greeted each other. "And this is Park Woojin, a new artist from our agency." "Hi, you can just call me Kai" "Kai?" I asked and she nodded. "I know, odd, but it's the English name I picked up."