Jevil Artwork Novels & Stories

“His Holiness Valda. They both watched on as a frail elderly man stepped forward. He was smiling at both of them. “Please,come, sit.” He offered and the warmth he exuded was palpable. Marlon was still apprehensive about all of this. He recalled how to get out if anything went wrong. They seemed like kind holy men, but Marlon was all too familiar with wolves in sheeps clothing. “We are here about the Jewel of Humanity.” Marlon spoke loudly and gruff. Hoping that statement would prick and enliven their true nature. “I know nothing of it,” he said simply.

Adrian muttered, deliberately, so that the curator could hear it. "Are you sure?" asked the curator hesitantly, only certain people were allowed into the VVIP gallery. Adrian raised an eyebrow, "You underestimate me?" Adrian hissed annoyed. After a while the curator rushed in front of them, ushering them into the VVIP gallery room. Adrian and Leah walked hand in hand to the private gallery, besides the paintings several sculptures were displayed beautifully. Leah and Adrian's eyes were fixed on a piece that made them nauseous. The art the was staring at was a carved statue of a pair of naked men and women. The woman was seen bowed down and the man was beating her buttocks with a whip. Leah's

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.

"Next item on the list is Item 10........... The Hollow...... The Hollow is an artpiece that is part of Elle Gray 2000 collection. Elle Gray most known and popular piece from that collection was The Bright Light which is currently been showcased in the Hamsmith Gallery since last summer. Elle Gray first emerged in the art world in the early 2000 when she painted the The Blue light after surviving a huge hurricane and since then have been making big waves in the art industry. She is a very talented artist known for her unquie technique in her brush applications and also for winning the Bucksbaum Award in 2017.

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.

An artist I've never heard of, with a page full of paintings that make my stomach drop. It has the same color palettes, the same emotional themes, the same compositions, the fire-and-flowers motif, the broken-open chest, the bird trailing sparks, everything. But TrueCanvas's posts have timestamps that appear to predate mine by weeks. According to the internet, I didn't create these images. I copied them, and the comments are turning on me fast. "She's a fraud." "TrueCanvas did it first." "Gianna Meyers is a thief." "Can't believe I followed this person."

This kiss carried weight, a vow unspoken. When they broke apart, Allistair grinned happily. “So do you want to see it now?” “Yes baby, where is it?” Samael exclaimed, clearly excited. Allistair stood up and waved his hand and the square designed fountain parted and revealed all his paintings that he recently made and on the centeris the exact replica of the painting he burned. The one called “Aeternum”. The painting made by the greatest painter of all time, his favorite painter Vianna Resilda Del Fierro, Samael’s mother.

“Cheers!” Nervously she looked at the paintings hanging against his white walls. “You seem to like art.” “Yeah, I truly do,” Roberto answered casually. “I collected them for my personal amusement. I particularly like this one,” he pointed at a painting of a semi naked woman. Her breasts were only half covered by a thin material while the rest of her were exposed, including her private area. “And of course, something as vulgar as this is considered appropriate to be hung on the walls of the living room,” said Javier rather tartly.

"And I'm surprised maturity hasn't tempered that sharp tongue yet, Bijou. Though I suppose jealousy brings out the worst in us." Predictably she recoiled at the accusation, flawless features mottling unattractively. "You think this is all jealousy? I'm justifiably calling out an amateur getting unfair accolades and attention!" I moved to set up my easel, striving to keep my voice level. "Is it truly so difficult to believe my art connected deeply with some people despite any technical limitations?" "Oh please." Bijou crossed her arms, pastel cashmere sweater straining. "It's obvious Andre is playing blatant favorites showering praise on the charity case. Don't pretend it's about 'artistic re

VIVIAN I stood in front of my art piece, Anticipation taking the best of me. The gallery was filled with people,their hushed conversations and murmurs kept seeming into my ears Today is one of the best day of my life..if not the best. ,I've never felt so fulfilled, happy and filled with so much life. This art piece is my life,my work of three months. I've dedicated my time and my heart into making it I gazed at my installation- a canvas of torn fabric,broken chains and splattered paint. I felt so proud and vulnerable. This was my declaration of independence,my refusal to be bound by the chains of conformity.