Lauren Faust Art Novels & Stories

“I’m here to help, and I’m happy to talk about whatever you think will do that. Do you have anything on your mind?” Memories surged forward, and the muffin turned to ash in my mouth. I looked away from Lauren, her soft smile, her kind blue eyes. On the wall behind her hung a painting of the sea. It had some of the same bright teals as the rest of the room but were toned down by the natural greens and whites of the water, with a stormy sky overhead. At the barest edge of the painting, there was a tiny break in the clouds, letting in shafts of light. More than anything else in the room, the painting felt like something someone had put thought into, had cared about. Dully, I wondered if it was

piece. "How could it be Shelia's? Don't you see the signature? This is by the famous contemporary artist Lia Y!” Susan rolled her eyes. "I ran an art gallery in France, so I know a thing or two about these artworks. If you don't understand, don't speak nonsense." "What a coincidence, Shelia's artist name is Lia Y. The lake and kayak in this painting are from my family's backyard. I can't be mistaken," Travis argued. "Now that you mention it, Shelia's portrait of me does have a similar style to 'Summer'. Shelia, tell me the truth, are you really Lia Y?" Grandma compared the two paintings.

I was just getting ready to start taking some of the paintings down when someone called my name. I turned to see an extremely attractive blonde woman who looked to be in her late twenties standing there with a small notepad in her hands. She introduced herself as Laura Manning a reporter from Art scope a Chicago based online Magazine. I told her I had heard of it, and she asked me if I might have a couple of minutes to answer some questions for her. I'm not really one to talk much about my work, I like to think it should speak for itself, but was smart enough to realize that press was a good thing. I admit that the fact that Laura was absolutely beautiful added to the desire to spend some ti

“Is that… a painting of Lauren riding a tiger?” Lauren grinned. “Commissioned it myself. It’s called Queen Shit. Got it done a few days back and thought i would mess with Axel and put it up.” Her eyes glared playfully. Mia giggled, curling into the oversized couch. She sank into the cushions as Daniel and Axel debated bedroom logistics, and Lauren danced around lighting incense for “positive horny energy.” By the time the pizza delivery arrived—again—they were all starving. This time, the box was guarded like gold.

And Lauren accepted it with a smile. "I am Lauren Sanchez. I came here to check the place and everything and especially to meet you personally." Lauren said, which made me slightly furrowed by what she said. Does it mean that she knows me? "A friend of mine told me about you. He said you will launch a new brilliant collection here in our place. He even mentioned your collections based on the pictures he sent me. I was truly amazed because your crafts are truly exceptional. But coming here personally, I loved your designs even more." Lauren said as she glanced around and then beamed at me.

She wore large rectangular glasses that covered her eyes as well as framed a delicate face. "Hi," I said as she stopped beside me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren Shayla Gray, an art director and current artist in New York City." My mouth fell open a little bit as I heard the title, not quite believing what I had just heard. Lauren smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook myself out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. It's just that... I haven't met anyone like that here."

Lauren learned how to conceal her feelings. When she got home, she would close herself in the drawing studio. She focused on painting and didn't show her emotions. Angelina didn't notice anything amiss with Lauren. If there were anything to say about the difference in Lauren, it would be in her artwork. Their hues had become duller, they were darker, and they had become more bewildering to Angelina. Lauren heard that Landon had returned home that evening to see Cornelius. She felt anxious about it, so she painted in the studio while she waited for him to come home.

Plus, her mom had already donated a great piece for the gala, which also works in her name. Unlike my genre of art, which I mainly paint in fauvism but love pop art and rococo, Nate is more of a still life and expressionist portrait painter. I can't wait to see what piece he donated. As for Rainey, she has the ability to do everything. She is good at painting scenes and portraits, but what I love is that her style has the whole Frida Kahlo vibe to it. She mixes her styles between surrealism and cubism, self-portraits with modern art, and so on. No wonder Mrs. Mitchell wanted her to convince Raine to donate one of her pieces.

But I could barely focus on the artwork, my mind clouded with confusion and hurt. “So,” Laurent was saying, his voice a mixture of excitement and nerves, “I was thinking of showcasing this collection at the Galerie Lumière. It’s bold, I know, but I think it could really make a statement.” I forced myself to smile, nodding as I glanced at one of the paintings. “It’s… impressive,” I said, though my voice sounded distracted even to my own ears. “Galerie Lumière could be a good fit, but they’ll want to see the full collection before they agree to a show.”