Lauren Faust Art Novels & Stories

He leaned forward slightly, resting one arm on the table as his gaze sharpened. “Is this the Ecofel’s attitude?” he asked, his disappointment evident. The question settled over the room like a weight. “It’s not like that, Mr. Luther,” Lauren said quickly, turning toward him with composed urgency. Her expression shifted seamlessly into one of professionalism, her earlier smirk gone as though it had never existed. “I designed a line of jewelry for the company called From Dusk Till Dawn. Please have a look.” She reached for a folder placed neatly in front of her, her fingers moving as she opened it.

Lauren's face lighted up like a child on a Christmas as soon as she heard those words. I felt a pull on my hand when I realised that she was dragging me towards her latest sculptures. But I thought she was a painter. Before I could open my mouth to ask the question Lauren beat me to it. "Painting is something I do only on requests. It feels more like work and less fun" She stared at the wall and I followed her eyes. Staring back at her I asked, "Who requests you?" "Mostly I get requests from my King so that he can gift to my paintings to the guests. Sometimes there are special orders from other Kings but they should be approved by my King"

I'm becoming someone new, not Ryan's wife or a sick girl with a machine in her chest. I’m becoming a real artist, a person with a name that people are about to recognize. I reach for my phone and send a call to Laurel. "I got featured in an art magazine. How amazing is that?" "I saw, I pressed the share button so others can see it as well. The fire painting is extraordinary, Gianna. You’re special." "Laurel is sharing art on social media? Are you feeling okay?" She laughs, but the laugh has an edge with something brittle underneath, like glass tapped one too many times.

Lara nodded. “Wow…. These are really good.” Ed praised and quirked his eyebrows “Do you paint as well?” Lara nodded enthusiastically “Just started… I will show you.” Lara ran into her room and bought back a canvas proudly “Taa- Daa…” This was abstract form of modern art… it looked like a silhouette of a lady against a fireworks background at night. “Not bad” Ed was impressed. “This is even better than the one we did.” Ben nodded in appreciation.

As Mr. Lawson and Jenny chatted away, Morgan watched and listened silently. Although she couldn't join the conversation, she wasn't upset at all. Soon, the clerk returned to them with the item Mr. Lawson had asked for and handed it to Jenny. "This is the premium paintbrush that just arrived. Mr. Faust likes this one the most," Mr. Lawson said with a smile. Jenny nodded as she inspected it. Based on her understanding of Old Mr. Faust, things pertaining to art, such as paintbrushes and canvas, had a special place in his heart.

She was captivated by the diverse perspectives and narratives conveyed through visual art, and she recognized the power of creativity in challenging societal norms and igniting conversations. Inspired by the thriving arts scene in Liverpool, Luna initiated collaborations between artists, social entrepreneurs, and local communities. Together, they organized public art installations and workshops that encouraged community participation and dialogue. Through these initiatives, Luna aimed to foster cultural exchange, celebrate diversity, and inspire individuals to use their own creative abilities to drive positive change.

I don't want to be here. ************************ *Lauren's Work Shop* "Wow! I thought the outside was beautiful but just look at the inside!" I gushed at the design Lauren use in decorating her work shop. The way she simply uses the sea shells in decorating are alarming, i could see some of her design,picture frames, big hard book cover,and so on. She supply them to humans and sell some to the pack members, she told me about her journey to the human market and all, I wonder how the outside world is.

I scoffed to myself. What I wanted was a painting—one by the elusive, world-renowned artist Ellaine Laurant. No one knew who she really was. She was a faceless artist. Completely anonymous. Ellaine Laurant first made waves after she painted a piece of a mother and child. The image stirred hearts. Many were left in awe—some even cried—because somehow, that painting spoke louder than any words could. It made you feel. Its value doubled when a prominent figure bought it. After that, people scrambled to find her works.

She tried to assure him as she looked down at their intertwined hands. "Is there a problem concerning your works with the Gallery? Or are you having difficulties with the house decorations?" He asked even when he was sure that it was neither of the above. After showing her works to one of the top Art Galleries in the country, the owner fell in love with Lauren's work and immediately agreed for Lauren to display her collections in the Gallery.

He kissed Lila on the cheek, gave Ethan a firm handshake, and barely looked at me as he sat down. The waiter took our orders, but the tension at the table was thicker than the marinara sauce. Lila started first, ever the peacemaker. “So, Kira, how’s the gallery going? Any exciting new artists?” I took a sip of water, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s good. I’ve been doing a lot of private viewings lately. Some really powerful contemporary work Tschabalala Self, Christina Quarles, Avery Singer. Bushwick is producing some incredible stuff right now.”