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--- After the family left, I went with Brian to the exhibition before New Year’s—just to do something other than study. The exhibit was in the same city gallery, but this time the artist’s works were displayed across several rooms. The sculptures were the same style—gray, monochrome. Some reached knee height, but most were small enough to sit on a table as decoration. “Same artist as last time?” I asked as we walked around. “Yeah. Mayoko’s obsessed with them. I want to get her something small,” Brian said. I looked around, and my eyes landed on a small sculpture. It was titled The Reading Girl, and it felt oddly familiar. It showed a girl sitting with a book in her lap. It wasn’t bigger than

Jace said, tugging my jeans back into place, then seeing to his own with the matter-of-fact efficiency of a man whose priorities are well established. He had started selling his work online. Paintings and drawings of the mountain, of animals caught in unguarded moments, of nature rendered with the intimacy of someone who had spent years learning to read it. He had the following. Not one that knew his face or his name beyond Jace, just people who could feel, looking at his work, that whoever made it belonged to what they were painting. "We'll drop them when I go to work," I said. He took my hand.

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.

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.

rebuked Anjani who was holding Jesya, she was watching Javier's painting activities, somehow Anjani was happy when she saw her children who were honing their talents. Anjani is proud of Jeno who has a genius brain and likes to read books, has extensive knowledge and is the smartest student in his school. Anjani is also proud of Javier whose hands are able to master koas and watercolors, drawing javier's uproar from childhood, until Arsya decided to hone Javier's talents, Arsya hired an art teacher to hone Javier's bangka slowly visible, the result is not in vain, at the age of 6 years he has been good at painting anything that attracts his attention. Currently Anjani is waiting for Juno's ri

I smile absently Tracing her face with my thumb. Jane must have noticed this because she lean over to get a better look at the picture. I heard her snort. " Who is she? You know her ? " She asked. I turn to her smiling " sure, who wouldn't know Jillian Don " She gasp " oh , the model from Claw foot club? " I nodded " Yes " i smile looking away. " But what is so funny about her ? " " No , i just remembered the way she made me feel in bed "

But with Jenna beside me, the urge to protect softened. “Okay,” I agreed, flipping the sketchbook back open to reveal my chaotic storm. “Just… promise not to judge.” “Promise,” she replied, leaning closer as she scanned the page. “Wow, Clara, this is powerful. You’re really channeling your feelings into your art.” I nodded, warmth creeping into my chest. “It’s all I have right now.” Jenna tilted her head, an understanding smile creeping onto her lips. “Then why not take that and create something new? Something that brings you joy?”

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Sharon, meanwhile, felt a subtle warmth on her neck, where the emerald pendant lay hidden beneath her clothing. After chatting casually for a few more minutes, Richard left the room. The next day, MK's paintings finally reached Jamie. MK had sent three pieces: a starry night, a sunset, and a flourishing garden. Even after all these years, MK's style remained unchanged. They said a painting reflected the artist. Jamie, studying MK's work, felt certain the artist had a warm and kind heart. They must have grown up in a loving home, unlike him, surrounded by coldness and schemes.