Artwork Dump Novels & Stories

I promise. I don’t say anything. Instead, I cut the call. In the process of doing that, a notification pops down on my screen from my email. I tap the notification to see the full information. ‘Dear Nectar Diza Lupin, we saw your art reveal at the recently concluded art convention, and have deemed you suitable for a one-week painting project with one of our artists. We look forward to your reply. From Hazmat Art Gallery.’

The silence on the line was the particular silence of a man absorbing the specific, sickening geometry of a move that has been executed inside his own operation. "They took them from custody," Fortier said. Not a question. "Not took," Simon said carefully. "The physical pieces are still in the facility. The digital extraction, the embedded data, the operational records contained in the paintings, was performed without authorization while the pieces were in storage." A pause. "The paintings themselves will be offered in Monaco with the embedded data still technically present but effectively neutralized, stripped of its operational value, the accounts and routing information already transferr

"Do you really wanna throw this away? Come on babe, you worked hard for this, I know it's is a series, and I know the reason why you are not completing it but throwing them away will be such a waste, if you don't want to keep them then you can send it to any gallery that accepts works, donate it and selling it might put food on someone's table or give some kids a chance to go to school, this is too pretty to be wasted, this too," Grace advised. She understood what Grace meant but the painting was supposed to be a series, she only had three and had been on the fourth when the whole shits happened so she wasn't going to complete it and anyone that see the three complete ones will know it's sup

Cummins said, he paused, taking a sip of coffee. “I think this time around we should sell the arts on the open market, to douse any form of suspicion” Cummins added. “Well you are right, but how do you think we should go about this sale?” Wolfgang asked. “Well” Cummins smiled, “the loan would expire in two weeks after which we would be giving them an extra two weeks’ window, a month after the two-week window expires we would sell off the paintings at the upcoming art fair in Rome”. “That’s a nice idea “Wolfgang said.

“I’ll draft the authentication report. We’ll need photos, provenance checks, it should be ready by week’s end. Fritz, coordinate with the lodge staff. Beatrice, you’ll need to sign some papers.” Fritz clapped again, barely containing himself. “Papers, photos, the works! Glienicke’s going to be electric, imagine the bidders, the champagne, the views! Beatrice, you’re about to make art history!” I laughed, the excitement bubbling up despite the ache in my ribs from last night’s fight. “I can’t believe this. From a dumpster to millions, it’s surreal.” Linda squeezed my shoulder, her grin wide. “That’s my girl. You deserve this, Bea. Let’s celebrate and eat those juicy pancakes I smelled earlier

ARIA’S POV The day of the event, The Horizon Art Gala, arrives, and everything is meticulously prepared. Julien has kept his plans close to the chest, but tonight, he will reveal the surprise he has been keeping from the media and the public; me and my artwork, "The Abyss," an abstract piece that captures the depths of human emotion.