Novel & Cerita Invisible Woman Art

I stared at it in worry and confusionm I opened the lid and inside was another box, smaller but brown. I tried to open that one but the lid was too hard to open, I used a knife to pop it open. Sitting inside were pictures. I picked the first one and stared at it. The figure was hardly recognizable because the woman had her hesd bowed down low. She was naked and her dark hair fell all over the place covering her face. I dropped the picture aside and took the next picture. Now the woman was chained to an X on the wall, she was staring straight into the camera like a siren and there was a smile on her face.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

They drag me into a room then walk out. I looks more of a art room. Art works splatter all around the walls. More of half naked woman with red clothing's wrapped around their stomach and one side of her legs. She looks up to the sky, a silver dagger in her hands, raised to meet the moon. That's....that's the mon dagger. What is this all about. All the arts are one way or the other related to the half naked woman or the moon dagger. My eyes stops on the glass box at the head of the room.

The lady was acting too nice and Aurelia couldn’t tell if it was a pretense or it was her nature. Her eyes caught the artwork on the wall and her brows dropped. It was a painting of two naked ladies lying sexily on the floor. She hated how the nakedness of women were objectified. “Why would anyone have this as an art?” She scoffed. “Mr Hardin bought this artwork for a huge amount of money. He saw its potential, which might not be obvious to everyone, including you.” The staff replied, choosing her words carefully. Aurelia grabbed the collar of the lady’s shirt and shoved her to the front, close to the artwork. “Tell me the potential you see?”

She needs that to live with the extreme pain she suffered her entire being. I blinked as I stared at the work I had just finished. I gulped hard when I focused my eyes on the side of a woman who was crying and it really shows her lonely feelings. While the left side shows the positivity and braveness of the woman. No hate just love. Is it me? Am I the weak woman I drew? And am I the one just getting stronger to continue my life now? Am I acting to be okay in front of everyone? I sigh and then I frown when I put down the paintbrush on the table. A drop of tears fell on my left arm without me even realizing that a little drop of my tears fell. I immediately wiped it on the back of my finger.

As I stop in front of it my mouth hanged open and stared at the artwork in awe. It was a painting of a woman in white dress like those Greek goddesses wears. The woman was lying in a fetus position on a bed full of red roses. But my attention was focused on its eyes. Tears are cascading on her heart-shaped face. The painting speaks that even the beautiful ones can be broken too. Sadness crept into my face. Why do I see myself on the painting? I sighed. My eyes went down onto where the title placed and gasp when I read the name of the artist.

I didn’t know if it was still there because Anton sold some of the portraits for his whims. Then, we walked around the walls, which displayed hyper-realistic paintings, and one of the pictures got my attention. It was a half-naked woman floating in the air that flaunted her breasts and her nipples. Her face was beautiful. Her lips were as red as a rose and slightly opened, but then I noticed her eyes had tears. The painting had a dramatic shade of dark and green shadows, making the art more alluring and inviting.

To this, she wants to tell to her sweetheart about it. After a few minutes, the guy is going to the room. Upon arriving, the woman is showing her sweet as an apple to the woman. To that, the guy is over the moon to his life. Marta tells him, Actually, I got confused why I am still having under the weather if I could not see on you. Perhaps, there is one explanation on it. Honestly, I am not acting in the front of you. What I want to show; my genuine behavior on you. Am I acting like an artist?

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

"Sell it then. We are at an auction." He didn't wait for me to say one more word before he walked away, his head held high. I walked around the party, my eyes taking in the various art pieces that graced the wall. I stopped by a a particular wall, my eyes wide as I took in the painting. It was of a woman who was in her knees, her back carrying marks of what looked like abuse, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. My eyes squinted as I moved forward, something stirring within me. It wasn't the art piece itself, but the flowing red hair and the fact that the woman was cracking her stomach, a stomach that was obviously heavy with a child.