Cavetown Artwork Novels & Stories

The origins of most of these paintings could be tracked easily. There was "Cottage of the West", painted by Daryn Talbott, one of the four greatest artists of the Monclair era. Then, there were Zenith Howard's creations, including "The Ten Bamboos", "Great Compendium of Life", and "Scroll of Injustice".

I had learned that certain men measured everything in credibility, and I could not afford to test this one. Guards stopped the car at the inner gate. They opened the trunk and examined the paints, the brushes, the stretcher bars. They did not find the second canvas I had sealed in plastic and pushed deep into the spare tire well. The Sterling Trap stayed hidden. Insurance for whatever table I ended up sitting at next. Don Cavallaro received me in a solarium thick with orchids. He was somewhere past seventy, the kind of man who had survived long enough to look like part of the furniture: beige, heavy, carefully maintained. His eyes were different. Black and still very much awake.

But I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. “Hey honey, come take a look at this,” I called. Carrie came over to where I was standing and grabbed me around the waist, hugging me from behind. She saw right away what I was looking at. On the wall in front of us was some sort of collection of art and other posters created by amateurs or locals— perhaps part of that tour club. There were posters that outlined camping trips with Polaroids of nakedness and sex acts. There were pages that were just some person’s “home page” with articles and photos of themselves.

Frowning slightly, she accepted it, twirling it around in her hands. “The name of the gallery is Tunnel's delight,” Chad explained calmly, “Its kind of a place for outlaws who love painting but can't be as open about it like you people are. So, don't expect it to be fancy or anything what you're used to. Just try to appreciate art.” Calista felt attacked by his words but she knew he was right. Not everyone had family that supported their dream like her and not everyone was as rich as an Axford. She made a mental note to dress casual and act less posh, so she could blend in with the crowd.

’, he beamed. Clara entered the room again with her laptop. She had gone off to bring back her laptop to write the draft. Haoyu was sitting on a chair. His ankles were visible as he sat with his long legs bent. Placing a big canvas board on the easel, he started scribbling something. Clara found him attractive!! Who wouldn’t?! He looked as hot as the summer’s sparkling sun, as he beamed the small little room with happiness. “Ohh you’re back?? Do I need to help you with the draft??”, He turned his head.