Cavetown Artwork Novels & Stories

He was currently sitting in the swivel chair with two elbows on the table. Gregorio only thought that because he knew they would ask again about Noel. If Charlotte and Carlos looked at the artist, Alyssa and Maggie remained focused on the painting they were finishing. "I hope you can take Noel and Mang Nestor with you when you come back Sir," Charlotte said hopefully. She turned her gaze back to the painting she was finishing. Alyssa just listened intently. She had a strong feeling that what she saw when she touched the artist's hidden paintings, was true. She believed that her fellow students were trapped in those paintings.

“Limited edition painting. If you wanna buy it, you gotta place a bid. Or, get them for free if you sign up for the club.” He shrugged, feeling victorious. The people were silent, unsure of what to say. Malorie stepped forward, still gaping at the painting. “You…” she began. “It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Cain boasted. “It’s...marvelously bad!” Malorie exclaimed. “What the hell is this?” She pointed at the painting consisting of stick figures in different colors. The shapes were off, looking like an artwork by a kindergarten student. “This is comic art!” Cain claimed. “This looks as if a child drew it!” she hissed. “This isn’t how you make a comic strip!”

She passes the pictures she is holding over to April. “Yeah, that’s it,” April says as she lays the photo in the middle of the table. “Does that symbol look familiar to anyone else?” The photo is of a craving on a cave wall. Well, actually it looks more like silver has been inlaid into the rock. There is one center image of a moon with a wolf silhouette. It has a circle of vines around it that branch out to each side to create circles around images of a wolf head baying. The two side images are mirrors of each other. I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment.

“It’s for a friend. It’ll be quiet. Honest.” She nodded. “Okay.” The gallery was tucked inside an old building with floor to ceiling windows and bare brick walls. Dim lighting hung low like halos above the art. It wasn’t the kind of place that screamed luxury it whispered emotion. Pain. Survival. Ava wandered slowly, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood. She stopped in front of a large abstract canvas. A mess of blues, blacks, and white chaotic but somehow beautiful. It was titled “Undoing.” Grayson stepped beside her. He didn’t speak at first. Then: “That one reminded me of you.”

I opened I*******m and typed in CV Gallery before I could stop myself. His account loaded, and there they were—his latest posts, as beautiful and haunting as always. Women arched in silk sheets, wrists bound in red rope, eyes blindfolded, mouths open in silent ecstasy. Men on their knees, backs gleaming, bodies offered up to the lens. Couples tangled together, skin on skin, lost in each other. All of them confident, sexual, unashamed. The kind of art that made you feel something deep in your gut—desire, envy, awe.

A low growl escapes through his lips glaring at Takeshi trying his best to get free from the robs. Different types and styles of painting handing over the wall some set over the left side of the basement. Over the right, the painting was literally destroyed or failed or left in the middle. “Yuki Ryuu you slept for a long while this time, didn't you ah you kept me waiting for so long to began with my new artwork” Takeshi mumbles under his breath walking towards his half incomplete canvas of dark brown. Beside him, a long stood along with the long table right beside different types of bruises a glass filled with red colour mixed under it, Along with that a canvas with the different shades of r

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

I nodded in agreement and followed my mom as we went into a room in the orphanage that was created as a painting room for the kids and she hung my painting on the wall there and I was the happiest to see my work up there on the wall amongst other kids’ works. After a while, the art exhibition ended as David was also present instead of Mr Blackwood in order to retain his anonymity. “Why don’t we all take a picture?” Miss Caitlyn suggested as she gathered all the children together. “That’s an awesome idea” my mom said as we all gathered in front of the orphanage with the overhead sign board that read “Safe Haven Orphanage” and had one of the helpers that came with David take a picture of us wi

I picked up a few small bobble head turtles for the girls at work. Outside the stalls an artist sat on the street corner in paint splattered shorts and t-shirt painting ocean landscapes. They were simple in nature, but Trey was taken by them. The clipped pace he'd been leading down the main road slowed until we passed the area with small canvases lining the street. At the last piece, Trey turned and started back toward the artist with me on his heels.

When we’re all seated inside the cabin, I couldn’t help but admire the interior design of the cabin, it looked so breathtaking. “You must have spent fortune building this” Lane divulged as Cace walked over to an art on his wall. “How did my art get here?” He chuckled, “Someone sold it off to me, is it your art?” “My art actually exchanged hands, this is phenomenal” Cace felt very proud of himself knowing that his art work moved from pack. “Yeah your art rotates don’t think you’ll see your art in the west side, just the south side holds your art in high esteem” I chuckled,