Crazy Art Novels & Stories

The sun had come out and precipitate had taken refuge on our skin. I stared at my hideous creation from where I stood. My best friend, Lucia would cry if she were to see the disaster. She always begged me to be more in touch with my artistic side but I didn't think I had one and the picture in front of me was proof. The still-damp wall stared back at me in mockery. "Wow, you know your way around the paint, don't you?" A smirking Andre walked up to me. "Huh?"

do I have? I watched everyone talk about their art and how it related to their family structure or whatever. There were paintings, pen art, embroidery, carved images, none of them took more of my attention than Damien's 3 D animation. He designed amines, cute ones, beyond visual art though. It'll be better called "virtual art". His presentation was superb. The cartoon character he made for himself got stuck in my brain immediately. I loved it and was ready to keep it safe in my memory. Little wonder, he's always the best. A part of me melts when I watch him display his skill, the dumbest part of me though.

Cara is used to crazy, after all, she is crazy and her dreams are crazy. Cara once dreamt of being a pilot, quite ironic considering the fact she hates heights. Crazy talks and crazy words are no surprise to her but this bomb dropped on her is beyond bonkers. "Wait let me get this straight, you want me to get fat?" Cara does not know if she should be offended or threatened. Was this his grand plan to make her pay for the scene she caused?

"And what's the name of your piece miss?" "Seasons, it was my final project at school and surprisingly it did really well," I said and they snapped their fingers. "But please, Laid Down and Bold Rest are extremely amazing, go check them out," I said and they left. "Professional artist? Featured here? You?" Michael asked and I cocked my head to the side. "Surprisingly I really thought you'd have tabs on me this entire time," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Guess I was fooling myself."

As they moved through the space, Avery and Cruz could feel the passion and creativity of the artists, each work evoking different emotions and thoughts, creating a rich tapestry of visual and emotional experiences. The art exhibit center they visited was a striking modern structure, characterized by its tall glass windows that allowed natural light to flood the interior, creating a bright and inviting atmosphere. The building's sleek, minimalist design emphasized clean lines and open spaces, enhancing the focus on the artworks displayed. Inside, the gallery was organized into several distinct sections, each dedicated to different styles and periods of art.

The craziest man I’ve ever crossed paths with turns his back on me and starts thumbing through canvases stacked against the wall. His face scrunches up at the sight of one of them. “The hell is this supposed to be?” I lean against his arm and peer at the print in question. “Leda and the Swan. Which was a reimagination of the Greek myth.” “Which was about as fucked up as this… I guess you could call it a ‘painting,’ but it seems like a stretch to call it ‘art.’” I giggle. “You know, you don’t strike me as the academic type.”

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

" What is that man doing here, Candy? " Zach creased his forehead as he pout his lips towards Brandon's direction. " Leave him, Zachy. " Candice tap his arm smiling. " I've been telling him to stop coming here but he's just so stubborn. I know he's not used to this kind of work but he insisted it. So, I let him. Let's see if he will give up . " Her eyes twinkling. She thought of something. " Why don't we go to the resort? Let's leave him here and take a dip at the river." She convinced him.

The memory hit me the next morning, sharp and clear as broken glass. It was the smell of coffee that did it. Not my cheap grocery store blend but the rich dark aroma of the kind they served at the Williamsburg gallery. Eight years ago, I was all sharp edges and bold colours. Maya Vance, art student, minor in chaos. My thesis project was a series of sculptures made from reclaimed metal and neon light, angry and beautiful. The opening night was a blur of noise and cheap wine.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"