Artwork Dump Novels & Stories

“Thank you for stopping by Montoya,. I’m glad you found something you liked.” She snorted back tears. “Seriously, cain? I like everything in your gallery. If I could afford it, I’d buy them all. I’m so glad you opened this place. I wish your mother could’ve seen it. She and your father used to travel around to all sorts of art exhibits.” "it's actually all owned by Benny Artsbury father " "is that the painting of Damaris raping your girlfriend?" "yes, it is."

"That is approximately fourteen quintillion entries of pure digital garbage, Jack. Corrupted files, null transactions, dead currency from dissolved dimensions. Why?" "Dump it. All of it. Into the Hungry. Force-feed it fourteen quintillion courses of absolutely meaningless cosmic noise." Ben paused for exactly one-point-three seconds. Then his vampiric grin was audible through the comms. "Initiating bulk transfer of rejected assets. Target: the big ugly mouth."

~Adam~ We went to the farthest corner of the Art Gallery. Most of my paintings weren't there and they were mostly happy pictures, sketches, and all by secondary school students. Nothing deep or overly intriguing. It's kinda exhausting to look at too happy pictures. It's kind of depleting. And not exactly depicting. Kunmi had not exactly said a thing since we got here, just looking at the pictures and following my lead. "This is yours."

Catherine said, showing the bar code on the back of the painting, and it was hidden. Secondwork itself is a company that provides a variety of replica products that do not have copyright. The price offered is indeed slightly higher than other replica products, because the work is immaculate and under the original.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Mikial shrugged. “It could be, you never know.” She shrugged. “It could be, but the dugout could have already been discovered and whatever treasure was there is long gone.” “According to what we discovered Jessie Carter had a studio full of paintings,” Barshan informed them. “After she died, someone sold them off and put the money into the trust. According to rumor, the only paintings that weren’t sold off are the ones on display at the gallery.” “Oh, that reminds me, you have to take the little girl painting back,” Pepper reminded them.

Jacob sighed again and said, “I'm sad because everyone else can find good works, but I can't. All of them have been in this field for a long time and know some collectors. They can borrow some artworks for the exhibition simply by using their connections but I’m helpless. I went to see Zachary, but he's not dealing with calligraphy and painting anymore. He's focused on making a fortune by selling a broken piece of wood to rip people off. I don’t have any other ways apart from him…” With that said, Jacob complained with a displeased expression, “What's most annoying is those association members. Not only can I not find any works, but each time they find one, they will make an arrangement for

Adrian POV The warehouse light shone brightly on us and on rows of heavy crates stacked in order. Each crate was marked and sealed. “Final check,” I said calmly. “You’re sure all original items have been moved to our vault?” Across from me, Mr Kendall pushed up his glasses and nodded. “Yes, sir,” he replied. “The authentic artefacts sent to the Imperial Crown Auction were intercepted at the port as planned. Everything is safe in our private storage.” “And these?” I tapped the nearest create with my knuckles.

I needed to know what he had planned. The café was quiet when I arrived. He was already there, sitting by the window in a crisp white shirt, stirring his coffee like he had all the time in the world. He looked up as I approached, his expression unreadable. “You came,” he said simply. “I shouldn’t have,” I replied. “But you did.” I sat down across from him. “So what’s the plan?” He leaned forward, sliding a folder across the table. “Step one,” he said. “We make them trust us again.”

"You're not going to stop?" I dropped the Cotton and then held his gaze. "Unlike you, he appreciates my art. All it took was just one look, and he could tell the emotion coursing through my veins as I painted. It was one of my bad pieces, and he wanted to make it the centerpiece of the Umbra art collection. All you've ever had to say about my art was how it was a waste of time and that it would amount to nothing"

"Why reveal yourself?" "Because the game is more interesting if both players know the board. Consider this my introductory move. The funds I took are being used to establish a decentralized archive. A true commons for digital art, proofed against any single entity's control—yours, a government's, anyone's. It will exist in the cracks. A little chaos in your order." Jay studied the phantom. This was not a rival seeking territory. This was an ideologue, an artist of chaos. A new, unpredictable variable.