Deku Artwork Novels & Stories

if I want to achieve my goals, I have to stay grounded and wait for the right moment to strike. "Mr Jake De Walter, you have been admiring your work for over 30minutes. do you want people thinking that you are the artist"?, Anna asked in hushed tones. it's not a big deal, I am a renowned sculptor and artist. famous for lewd, sexual arousing pantings and sculptures of naked men and women. under the pseudonym 'deamus', I excelled as an anonymous painter, whose works were admired by all and sundry. "Anna, even if you want to sell me out, at least ask for my permission", I said, a silly smile on my face."Boss, to sell you out, is to make a lot of money but I like my job and prefer to keep it", h

She lifted the lid of the flat box and pulled back layers of soft white tissue paper. Inside lay a magnificent, hand-painted canvas artwork. It depicted a large, ancient oak tree standing tall against a golden sunrise, its branches strong and sweeping, with tiny, delicate green leaves sprouting from every bough. Beneath the tree, a mother bird sat safely in a nest, shielding her small hatchlings under her wings. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But what made Alessia’s breath hitch was the signature tucked into the bottom right corner of the painting—a small, elegant monogram she hadn't seen in years.

Kelsey’s POV Friday evening brought Debbie bouncing through the front door of Darkwood Pack house, her weekend bag slung over her shoulder. The sound of her chatter filled spaces that had felt too quiet since Dominic’s increasingly frequent absences. “Kelsey! Look what I made!” she announced, dropping her bag in the foyer and digging through its contents. “Let me see, sweetheart,” I said, kneeling down as she pulled out a paper flower painted in bright purple and gold. “It’s a friendship flower! My art teacher taught us how to make them.” Debbie thrust the paper creation toward me, her green eyes bright with pride. “You’re always so nice to me, so you get one!”

Hector asked. “I believe so if he – or she continues to paint. But this particular painting – nah,” Derek said. “If you’re looking for a long term investment in art, I suggest looking at some pieces by Archie R., Peaches Foynes, and W.D. Pullins. According to the program, they have new pieces here tonight.” “All right,” Hector said as he opened his program. He pulled out a pen from his inner suit pocket. “I had no idea you were such an art connoisseur,” Caitlin said with amazement

Sienna asked, looking at the tables. “I’m not really sure who was the one who made them. Some say that it was the child who was born, letting the world know how he came to existence, others say that it was Giuliano and Maria who carved it. Back then, the golden and dark ages were merged, somehow, and they gave us a nice spec of art. This was one of them.” I said, and Sienna nodded. “In my opinion, it is a lovely story.” “Is it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sara's eyes were filled with hope. Seeing this, Debra couldn’t help but laugh softly. She looked at Darryl and said, "Why don't we take Sara to have a look tomorrow?" Sara was right; Debra had wanted to take a good look around and learn the people and culture a little better ever since she had arrived in the World Universe. Debra was especially interested in paintings and calligraphy. After all, she was the Artemis Sect's Sect Master. She was extremely skilled in chess, music, literature, art, and many others.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

The walls were adorned with lavish artwork, the floors were made of gleaming marble, and the tables were set with fine china and crystal glasses. I looked around, my eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, this place is seriously fancy. I feel like I should be wearing a tiara or something." Derek chuckled, taking my hand and leading me to our table. "You're perfect just the way you are, Cynthia. Besides, I think you'd look great in a tiara." I playfully rolled my eyes, smiling. "You're just saying that because you're trying to butter me up so I'll share my food with you."

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul