Jjba Artwork Novels & Stories

His response sent a subtle thrill through me, a sense of unity that I hadn't expected. "Well then, let’s make this a day of spontaneous adventure," I suggested, feeling a renewed excitement for the day ahead. We end up coming across an art exhibit of an emerging artist named ‘Aljay Cortes’. There’s a few people inside his gallery but I already saw one purchasing an artwork. Aljay Cortes’s collection were themed of mixed urban impressions and dreamscapes. It was comforting in the eyes. The busy lights of the cityscapes or the scenes of the city screams the word ‘home’ in my perspective.

Jacob sighed again and said, “I'm sad because everyone else can find good works, but I can't. All of them have been in this field for a long time and know some collectors. They can borrow some artworks for the exhibition simply by using their connections but I’m helpless. I went to see Zachary, but he's not dealing with calligraphy and painting anymore. He's focused on making a fortune by selling a broken piece of wood to rip people off. I don’t have any other ways apart from him…” With that said, Jacob complained with a displeased expression, “What's most annoying is those association members. Not only can I not find any works, but each time they find one, they will make an arrangement for

Blake’s assistant showed him the most appreciated and expensive painting of the event. “This is called the ‘Happy Souls’ by the artist — Jonathan Garcia. He is one of the most talented painters in our art gallery.” The lively vibes of the laughing people in the painting lure Viaan. He smiled a bit before turning to the assistant. “I would like to buy it.” Viaan expressed his interest, still gazing at the beautiful painting. “Sure, sir, I’ll just make—” The assistant couldn’t complete his words for someone interrupted them from behind. “Everything that entices you has the potential to be mine!”

Jack asked. Dianna looked up from the under-bench cupboard to where Jack was standing, leafing through her art journal. “Um, yeah,” she said. She should feel embarrassed, but she didn’t. She was proud of her work. No, it would never hang in a gallery, but that wasn’t why she drew. The journal Jack was currently looking through was her concept journal for Paper Gate. The characters and scenes had changed a lot from concept to final production, but it didn’t diminish those early drawings at all.

"I've gone through Jacobin’s journal a couple of times. Some of the drawings in it made him seem like he was a sadist but really those were his happiest drawings. In his journal, he had a picture of Mrs Wyatt and Fred at an art gallery. On the back of the picture was written fifteenth of May in numbers just like a date. On the same fifteenth of may, a picture of a baby was drawn in the arts gallery" Doris lifted a page of the journal for Roberta to see. The drawing looked more abstract than the one at Nate’s house. "What the hell is this?" Roberta frowned, squinting her eyes. "It's art, anything is art. The most abstract things were art" Doris said.

Overwhelmed, Rebecca collapsed onto the floor, smearing paint across her dress. I opened another folder. "Or should we also discuss the case of infants being switched in a hospital for personal gain—" A voice from the adjudicators cut in, "Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to say a few words about this." All eyes turned. The Fine Arts Coordinator rose and adjusted his glasses. "I can testify to the truth of Bernadette's claim. Last year, Mr. Applebaum and I attended the International Youth Art Show and saw a piece titled 'Imbolc.' It was signed by Bernadette Montgomery."

Just Giulia, proud and happy, holding our hands as she led us to see her artwork. Giulia pulled us excitedly into the booth, her eyes glowing with enthusiasm. The paintings were displayed on wooden easels, each with a small card beneath it showing its title. The faint smell of fresh paint lingered in the air. “Look!” she said, pointing to the first canvas. “This one is Our Special Place!” I studied the childish strokes, surprisingly full of detail. There was a bench, tall trees, and a bright blue sky. In the middle of the drawing, a blonde girl and a man in a suit sat side by side.

"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.

“This is Josie Lee, she is going to intern for me this year.” Someone’s hand shot up in the back. He turned his attention toward the back. “Yes, Ms. Bailey?” “I thought you held a contest. Did I miss it?” she asked, frantically looking through her schedule. He chuckled. “No, actually this year, I picked Josie from the art contest they held a few weeks ago in the quad. She is a master in graffiti art. It’s something I’m not familiar with and I want to bring diversity to my classes.” He turned toward me. “Would you like to show them what you brought?”

ARIA’S POV The day of the event, The Horizon Art Gala, arrives, and everything is meticulously prepared. Julien has kept his plans close to the chest, but tonight, he will reveal the surprise he has been keeping from the media and the public; me and my artwork, "The Abyss," an abstract piece that captures the depths of human emotion.