Mimi Artwork Novels & Stories

One moment my daughter was fused to my shoulder, the next she was in Mia's arms, examining a blueberry muffin with the focus of a gemologist. "Go," Mia said. "Do the thing. We're fine." I went back to the kitchen table. Opened the laptop. The photographs were still there. The artist statement. The submit button. I read the statement one more time. I paint what's left after the storm passes. Not the wreckage. The part where someone picks up a broom. I pressed submit. The confirmation page loaded. Thank you for your submission. We will be in contact within 5-7 business days.

I said, raising both my hands, my index, and middle finger up and down mockingly, a mocking smirk playing in the corner of my lips. “You wanna find out or not?” He asked, glaring at me before walking ahead of me. I chuckled, following behind. Mimi didn’t notice us as she entered a dimly lit café, her movements precise and purposeful. I motioned for Liam to stay back as I crossed the street, slipping inside. The café was quiet, the air thick with the scent of espresso and secrets. Mimi sat at a corner table, her laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard. She was focused, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Jea Hwa spoke trying to relive what it would be like to venture into the entertainment industry. "Actually I'm a paint Artist, you might know me by the name Misty Hue." "The Misty Hue? I love your work! Especially the one where you turned a whole bungalow into an art piece dedicated to 'INUYASHA'." "It's nice to meet someone who appreciates that art. It got overshadowed by the glass paint art but it's still my personal favorite." Luna emphasised with pride. "Yeah your artwork is great and everything." Effie lilted.

Or why she looked so crestfallen! Mimi walked out of the dressing room in a strangely calm manner and crossed the space to her seat before the make-up mirror while the assistant looked at her with a mix of pity and indignation. It was Mimi who spoke placidly. “Please get the make-up artist. I’ve got an hour left before the shooting starts, so I need to be quick.” The assistant’s eyes turned red. Why was Mimi acting as though nothing terrible had just befallen her? “Who did that to you, Mimi? Was it that producer who wanted to coerce you into sex six months ago? Or was it that horny, disgusting stalker fan?”

A familiar voice hit my ears. Translation- ["Wake up wild cat🐈! Wake up lizard🦎!"] I opened my eyes groggily to come face to face with Armaan AKA Armaan Ahuja AKA Suar (Pig)🐖. "Eeeaaakkk!! ARMAAAANNNN!" I launched myself in his arms. He caught me and twirled me around laughing. Our friendly session came to an end with Sam's yelling. "SHUT UP IDIOTS! LEMME SLEEP!"

His face shifted, the masks he'd learned to wear dropping away, leaving something raw and real. "Elara." "Liam." She stopped before him, close enough to talk, far enough to breathe. "Mira, it's good to finally meet you in person." The artist's eyes were sharp, assessing. "I've seen your work. The harbor series, especially. You see things others miss." "So do you." Elara meant it. "Liam's lucky." Mira glanced at Liam, something warm passing between them. "We're both lucky." She stepped back. "I'll get us more wine. Give you two a moment."

This one is strong, demanding for me to return it. " Wow Casey. That is amazing." I hear beside me. I look to Mia. An amazed smile adorns her face as she looks at my art. " We might have a modern Monet in our midst." I shake my head in amusement. That sounds a little dramatic, even for her. " I could say the same about yours." She playfully rolls her eyes. " Are you done?" She asks, rising to her feet. " I think I am for now." I say half-heartedly.

She’s supposed to give me a lift on her way to her art studio so I could go for my tutoring section with Camille. Mira has passion for art and crafts more than she doesn’t for Herbalife— She is only into it because that is what her father wants. In my opinion if she was in the art and craft department here in college, she would top her department as the best student— I have seen her work, they are no joke. “I’m coming out now..!” I said loud enough for her to hear, even if I still haven’t taken my shower and I was cut up in my thoughts.

“Each one brought something the gatekeepers tried to silence. Let me introduce you to them properly.” She picked up the first image a powerful, life-sized stitched portrait of a Black woman with exaggerated curves, fabric bursting outward like it could barely contain her body. Artist 1: Simone Okoro Simone was a 28-year-old Nigerian-American artist when Nai discovered her. Her work used heavy stitching, discarded fabric, and bold color to celebrate Black women’s bodies in all their fullness stretch marks, cellulite, wide hips, and unapologetic sensuality.

Anna groaned Mimi brought out a paper and wrote something down then she tapped on Anna's shoulder to read it Anna sat upright and looked at what she wrote "Mom has been acting weird lately since a rich man started seeing her " Anna arched her brow as she read it "Rich man?? Who is he?? Mimi stood up and opened her wardrobe then she brought out her small camera "Wow.. You took a shot of him?? Let me see" Anna said and Mimi showed her making Anna confused