Artwork Novel Novels & Stories

"I need to look at some art first." She nodded right away. "Of course." We walked together, looking at the artwork from a mixed media artist. We stopped at a piece that used old toys, pages from what looked like a fairy-tale book, and paint. "I just don't get why this is art," Eden said, frowning. "I mean, I could do something like this. My niece could do something like this. All they did was glue paper and toys and then put on a little paint."

“Nova is an artist and poet , though they are shy about sharing their talents, however I have seen some of Nova’s work while assisting Ms Delucca.” “It isn’t that I am shy about my art or poetry, it is that it is profoundly personal and intimate. I have only really shared any of it with one person and she is the person who knows me even better than my own family.” Nova softly states.I try to slowly and subtly entwine my fingers with Nova’s on the table, still hoping nobody calls out my move. I thinkNeville has noticed, but that boy is staying silent, however I have caught a small smirk on his face and now he is winking at me. He has noticed. He would be the one to notice, that one is always

The works are not like those incomprehensible things made by masters of art, but beautiful oil paintings like photos. Cool summer in a small cabin, a little girl is holding his dog reading in front of the picture stopped, looked carefully, looked at leaking a slight smile. The artistic conception in this painting is so beautiful, there are sunshine, books, favorite dolls and pet dogs... This is childhood, carefree, free, and everything you have is favorite.

But by people who could appreciate his art without the weight of history. I closed the browser and opened my laptop. There was a novel to write. And I couldn't wait to see where it would go.

The smell of sex, sweat and lust thick in the air, the sound of skin to skin contact, screams and groans was breathtaking. We weren't just making love between a man and a woman, a husband and a wife...we were creating art. This art was my addiction. AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey readers, if you've read this far and you love my book please comment, review, share and talk to your friends about this book as I am thinking of signing this book for the Goodnovel 2020 contest. If you think it's good enough please comment. Also if you love me as well, you can follow me on instagram.

Oswan asked. “In what are you interested?” Ortaul said. “I'm interest in anything new in the world, so nothing in particular.” “Listen then, my boy. Creates have appeared from out of nowhere.” “Creatures, you say, what kind?” “The worst, I say! Their teeth are sharp as swords; their eyes are red as blood.” “We saw them.” “Where did you?” “Not much down the road, near the miller.” “Great, finally, we can kill them.”

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.

Leslie said. "Come in, come in, I'll introduce you to my favorite paintings," Arthur said as he led them further into the showroom. He introduced them to his finest works yet and then stopped at one. "And this one over here is called 'Binding Nature'. A beauty, isn't she?" he asked, referring to the realistic painting of a man made of tree branches who desperately clings to a huge tree, even though it seemed like he was being pulled away from it. It had wonderful shades of yellow, blue, and green, and Leslie found herself immersed in the painting. It spoke of so much passion and dedication. "This is so avant-garde, Arthur," she said.

I rubbed my forehead, unsure of what to do. “Aren’t you going to say anything? Damn, look at this. So romantic and sensual. He imagined both of you when he bought this.” Nicole said, picking up the art book. “The pictures are out of this world, though the gift is strange. Robert Clarke is very thoughtful. I’ll give him that.” “You think?” I mumbled, staring at the picture Nicole showed me, and my eyes glazed over the sensual black-and-white art. It was a drawing of a naked silhouetted man and woman in bed, tangled with the sheets.

Annabeth stands back to admire her handiwork, and I can’t help but clap my hands like a kid. With the addition of each work of art, the walls have come to life, the different shades of grey providing the perfect foil for the bright drawings and paintings. Next to each frame is a white card with the name of the artist and title of the artwork, along with a brief description and a price.