Faye Valentine Art Novels & Stories

Valerie walked quickly up the stairs to her room to get her painting to show Peter. While waiting for Valerie to return Arthur was silent, he also thought about what if one day Valerie fell in love with his current position. And hated that Arthur chose to be with Peter, Arthur was not a person with multiple personalities Arthur was slowly changing. How would he explain to Valerie that they were the same person? "Sorry to keep you waiting. "Valerie's voice came back to Arthur's hearing. Arthur's eyes were immediately drawn to the beauty of Valerie's beautiful hand painting. A painting with a combination of purple colors that has dark gradations turning lighter and there is a silhouette of a w

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

“Go ahead. I’ve got Landon covered.” Valerie kissed Antonio one more time before heading to her art studio. As she entered the room, she took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of paint and canvas. The studio was her sanctuary, a space where she could escape and let her emotions flow through her brushstrokes. She walked over to her easel, where a half-finished painting waited for her. It was an abstract piece, full of soft hues and fluid shapes, but she could already see the vision forming in her mind—a new creation, inspired by the excitement and anticipation of the baby growing inside her.

Valerie began to make her way through the crowd, nodding politely to guests, occasionally pausing to exchange a few words about a particular piece. "Ms. Calder, I'm such a huge fan," a young woman gushed, almost spilling her champagne in excitement. "Thank you," Valerie replied smoothly. "Are you enjoying the exhibition?" "It's mind-blowing," the woman said. "Especially the piece in the back corner - the one with the naked woman on a broken glass." Valerie nodded appreciatively. "The artist calls it 'Shattered Illusions.' I'm glad it spoke to you." She moved on, with Karen and Sophia still following behind her, as they complimented every piece they passed.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Catherine Mills. I'm on the acquisitions committee." "Hello." "I just wanted to say how much I admire your husband's support of the arts. The Valentine Foundation's contributions have been extraordinary." "That's kind of you." "Are you interested in contemporary art yourself?" The question felt genuine. "I appreciate it. I don't claim to understand all of it." Catherine laughed. "That's more honest than most people here. Half of them are pretending." She gestured toward the far wall. "Have you seen the Mora piece yet? The one they're unveiling tonight?"

She touched her lips stained with peach-coloured lipstick, trying to absorb what her mentor just said. “Are you suggesting to completely change from my own style?” she answered, with so much sarcasm. Rico sighed. “I suggest, that you explore. Make your art more diversified, see from different perspectives?” “I think you never really appreciate how many people loved my artworks.” “No, I do, actually better than anyone else.” “Then stick with your artist’s preference.” Selene stood up and faced Rico, she winked at him while sipping her coffee and left. Faye was leaning on her car, standing outside the exhibit building. When she saw Selene, she waved her hand on her direction. Selene smiled at

My assistant, Patrin Xenia, was shocked. “Dew, didn’t you say that you didn’t want your boyfriend to know? Why did you change your mind?” To spare Zephyr’s pride, I attended the competition and art exhibition as a normal visitor. No one knew that I was the organizer. On that day, I was supposed to attend the adjudicators’ gathering at the international art festival so that I could support Zephyr during future competitions. But Zephyr had told me that he wanted me to see his work today and be the sole viewer of his art, so I changed my plans.

Done entirely in charcoal and pencil. My breath stalled. For several seconds I simply stared. Unable to look away. All this time I'd assumed Valentina dabbled in art. A hobby. Something she’d studied and enjoyed. Something she did to pass the time. I had never bothered looking deeper. Never taken the time to ask. Never taken an interest. The realization sat ugly in my stomach. Because what lay before me wasn't amateur work. It was extraordinary. The details were breathtaking. Every shadow. Every line. Every expression. Captured perfectly.

Her initial look of inquiry melted into a warm smile. "What brings you here?" Mrs. Zhang asked as Mrs. Parker sat down. "Good day, Ma'am. I felt you should see this," she said, turning her phone to display the photographs of Valerie’s work. Mrs. Zhang was awestruck. She squinted at the screen, her expression one of disbelief. "Where did you get these? They're exquisite." "One of my students made them," Mrs. Parker answered, her voice brimming with pride. Mrs. Zhang's face brightened even more as a realization dawned. "This must be Valerie's work. She has a particular fondness for making babies' clothes."