Romans & histoires Jevil Artwork

"Oh, the first artwork, huh?" Jade’s tone stretched out with a hint of mockery. "That’s certainly meaningful. Not just a 1,000 dollars, it’s worth even 10,000 dollars. But..." Her voice sharpened abruptly as she continued. "What about this kind of painting?" Somehow, she produced another painting and thrust it in front of everyone. Everyone craned their necks to see and immediately burst into laughter. The painting in Jade’s hand was a chaotic splash of watercolors, a careless mess of colors resembling a child’s scribble, devoid of any artistic merit.

She took a sniff, her stomach fluttering at the scent. Then she remembered Howard was still there, and pulled it away quickly. Her gaze drifted to the three artworks on the wall. Two of them were abstract art, and the third was clear as day, but all three portrayed the same thing: sensual female nudes. The art style was beautiful, like the curves and edges were drawn in worship, but still…erotic. She frowned, wondering which nasty Vale had once occupied this room. At this point, every Vale seemed cut from the same filthy cloth.

“Thank you all so much for coming on short notice. Some of you probably heard what this ceremony is about and it might seem like a trivial thing, but it is important to me. For years, I've been staring at an empty canvas until I met a great and talented artist who made this day possible.” Jerry motioned for me to stand beside Kraven and I maintained my posture. “I would like you all to meet Elowen, the artist who created this masterpiece I called ‘In the Crowe's Nest’.” Kraven unveiled the mural and I heard gasps and people gushing and admiring the mural. They applauded and I bowed my head gratefully. I was not wearing anything special but my uniform. I am probably the weakest among these pe

That curiosity had now mutated into an addiction that burned his soul mercilessly. Elsewhere, in a spacious minimalist room located in a corner of Blackthorne Mansion and used as a private art studio, the rich scent of linseed oil and acrylic paint filled the air. A yellow spotlight had been positioned directly toward a large canvas resting on a wooden easel. Azriel stood before it wearing a fabric apron already stained with colorful splashes. His pale, long fingers moved with extraordinary agility, guiding a fine-tipped brush across the canvas with almost insane precision. Azriel's face appeared utterly relaxed, yet his dark eyes radiated an intense obsession.

Just truth. The studio, once a haven for polished art and refined aesthetics, had transformed into a space where raw emotions and unfiltered expressions found a home. The walls, once pristine and white, now bore the marks of countless visitors who had come to share their truths. Each mark was a testament to the human experience, a glimpse into the depths of the soul that often remained hidden beneath layers of societal expectations and personal insecurities. Jo and Franc began a series of pieces—each one raw, unfinished, and deliberately unpolished. Their work was a reflection of the studio’s new ethos, a celebration of imperfection and authenticity.

This international showcase was the biggest milestone in her career—yet now, everything was at risk, threatened by a baseless accusation. “Who leaked it first?” Evelyn asked quietly. “A French design critic, Antoine Vallee. But the suspicious part is—he got concept sketches of your collection before they were ever published,” Sandra replied, voice tense. “It’s as if someone leaked it from the inside.” Evelyn turned her gaze to her work displayed in the heart of the gallery. The collection, titled Vita Dopo il Dolore—Life After Pain—featured organic-shaped jewelry with fractured curves and crystal-covered cracks. Every piece was a symbol of transformation, from suffering into beauty.

CAMILLE’S POV Nervous was not enough to describe how I was feeling. It felt like someone had me tied down with a bucket of rats over my stomach, lit the bucket on fire and the rats had no way to escape except through my stomach. Yeah, that was a better description than nervous. Mr. Vince was perusing the artwork that I had selected to display for the art fair. “These are all splendid, yes splendid works.” He smiled, “I don’t think I can pick just anyone, so why don’t we just display all of them?”

However, in an instant, I saw my photo which is a chibi art version of me, next a profile of a man with a Bullet picture. That chibi art version of me was created by Jill. That b*tch is kinda talented too. It was the photo that I decided to use for this dating site in order to protect my identity. Afterall, I am now the kind of a woman who showed off her face because I must admit, and I am proud of it, I inherited the beauty of my mother.

Clara’s face turned stormy. She took out her phone and projected its screen onto the exhibition hall’s big screen. She logged into the black market and searched for her own name. Soon, a few of her artworks appeared on the screen which were priced at over a million dollars. “Is this what you call ‘worthless’?” Clara asked. Before Dustin could say anything, she enlarged her art on the screen and zoomed in on the red stamps. “Each of these stamps is a mark of recognition from the top-tier artists in Lovellia! Even if this were a blank sheet of paper, with these seals alone, it would sell for millions!” Clara said as her face shone with pride.

It was completely original. Their artwork was amazing and they finished masterpiece after masterpiece without any effort. Sharon’s drawings were at times so realistic, they could have been photographs and at other times, they looked like moving animations, changing expression depending on which angle you looked at them. Jenny even drew an amazing picture of the whole library, it looked like she had included every book, all in such fine detail. I spent hours staring at it, trying to find something wrong with it, but it was perfect. Mr. Haddidi was very impressed with them too. He was constantly complementing their work and looking way too pleased every day in class. He’d come into class and p