Jelly Art Style Novels & Stories

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

"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 Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

“No. Let’s just get to it.” He nods with no offense taken, and launches in reminding me what he has already said. His plan is simple: turn fine art into short-form skits. In my estimation, his idea will fly because it's not totally new to the point where he needs to struggle for an audience. Artificial intelligence is already making videos like this happen. Hymar's idea is using real paintings rather than extra polished AI images. And that's where his edge is. “It's good,” I mumble, hoping he doesn't catch my low enthusiasm. “I like it.”

The splashes of color came courtesy of flowers, most of which I didn’t really recognize other than the birds of paradise and the lilies. Mounted on the wall was a large flat-screen monitor that had to be at least seven feet wide by five feet tall. Instead of football or whatever someone with a gigantic TV might watch, it featured a computer-generated meadow with subtly moving grass, trees, a pink and purple sky at dusk, a treehouse ensconced within the trunks of a large oak tree, and birds flying across the screen. The rendering was so realistic that it was almost like looking out a window. “Josephine,” Javier told me, putting his arm around my waist. “She’s the artist. Her medium right now

he said. I smiled and nod, then pick up the menu, I look over it. What on earth are these, are these what rich people eat, there isn't any rice and bean. What should I order? "Mr. James, are you ready to order," a waiter asks. Eric but down the man and order, " bring me a zillion-dollar lobster frittata and a glass of red wine." The waiter nod and turn to me "and you miss?" "I'll have the same."

Warm air immediately wrapped around them. The room smelled faintly of paint and coffee. People moved slowly around white walls covered with artwork. Jessica looked around quietly. Landscapes. Portraits. Abstract paintings. Photography. Sketches. Pieces of people's thoughts hanging on walls. People's memories. People's feelings. People's stories. Jessica moved slowly through the room. Looking. Really looking. One painting caught her attention immediately. It showed a woman standing beneath dark storm clouds. But above her, tiny breaks in the clouds allowed light through.

Jenny complained with a pained look on her face. “I have a bandage. Want one?” I offered. “You do? You’re such a lifesaver…seriously…” Jenny said, and I quickly handed her a bandage that I had in my bag. We split and took turns to take the visiting class around to our various exhibition. Jenny’s theme was rainbow and basically everything colorful and bright. It was very like her. The theme was a smart choice because she used it to showcase her various techniques from 2D to 3D works in sculptures. I had to admit that she was very talented.

He wasn’t usually one for art galleries, but tonight, he felt a strange pull to explore. As they moved deeper into the gallery, Axel’s gaze drifted toward the large abstract painting, where Jade stood quietly, lost in the piece. Something about her stillness amidst the vibrant chaos of color caught his attention. Without thinking, he found himself walking closer. As she examined the painting, she heard a voice behind her. That's one of my favorites. Too startled, Jade turned to find a young man several feet away. He was dressed casually with an earnest look in his eyes. He gestured toward the painting. “It's called tempest." The artist used a technique called impasto to give the waves such t

Darrion corrected. “Well… Thank you,” Jai turned his back and smiled at them. The creatures seemed to cheer, because they flew slightly higher before floating down again, flapping their wings a bit faster. It was slightly weird. Jai had this unusual smile on his face, close to a confusion smile, as he whispered. “First, it was a flying jellyfish. And now, flying stingrays. What’s next? A flying whale? At least I hope there won’t be any flying sharks.”