My Little Artinya Novels & Stories

Mike ran with his little legs to the table and he grabbed a cardboard paper as he ran back to Ariana. "Here you go" Mike handed the paper to her. Ariana gasped at the painting. Mike loved art since when he was much younger. Who knew that a seven year old can draw a painting like this. Her father and mother were in that painting. They all sat down on the park having a picnic. She felt warmth, how she wished that her father was alive. How she wish she could work hard to send her brother to school. He has such a great talent of painting.

Maria and Anna offered words of encouragement and admiration, creating a warm and supportive atmosphere. "You have such a gifted hand, Rico," Mrs. Tommaso said, smiling brightly. "Your creativity shines through your work, just like it does in Picasso's." Rico blushed, humbled by the compliment. He had rarely received such encouraging words before and felt an instant connection with Mrs. Tommaso and Anna. After their pottery session, the group decided to explore local art galleries. They immersed themselves in the colorful canvases, abstract sculptures, and intricate installations. Rico's eyes lit up as he absorbed the various art forms, each piece sparking new inspiration within him.

Sorry it took me so long to put it up, you know how time just gets away. “Right,” I agree even though I think she just gave me some lame excuse. “People ask all the time where I got it and I tell them from our very own Luna.” She says and I try my best to smile. Arthur playfully nudges my side. “That’ll be Artists Luna from now on.” “Of course, Alpha.” Susan rushes to apologize, but I wave her off. “He’s joking. I’m glad people like the painting.” I say and want to move on to the part where we order.

Assuming that he will utter what I wanted to hear. Tama naman ah? Oh anong inaarte arte ko? Eto naman yung gusto ko ah. The desire to slap my face and pull my hair intensified. Naiirita ako sa sarili ko. " Umalis ka na " malamig kong usal at patuloy siyang tinalukaran. Pasikip ng pasikip ang dibdib ko. To the point that I can't breath properly anymore. Tumakbo na ako papunta sa bahay habang umiiyak. Bakit ang arte arte ko? Hindi ko naman siya jowa pero nasasaktan ako.

That would probably take me almost two months to complete. “Your mummy just got employed, little boy!” I cried out happily as I carried Little Hayden up into my arm. I danced around the art studio with Little Hayden in my arm happily. Grandmother, are you watching this? I’m finally going to make some decent money from my artworks. I think it won’t be long now until I can call myself a professional artist. Grandma, can you see this? Are you proud?

Kaya niya naman ipagawa 'yon pero saan. Kalaunan ay nagsimula na ang event, kaya nanood siya nang seryoso. Gustong gusto niya na makita si Viviana. He is getting bored about it already, he pouted inside and look at the stage boredly. "This is the Art number 13 by Viviana Kalea Quinn. What is this painting about?" tanong ng host kay Viviana. Viviana eyes are sharp and looks like she's not in the mood but still flash an irritated smile to others.

*Lily* I have been completely absorbed in my art studio within the past few days, devoting myself to my latest collection titled "Divine Energy." The recent circumstances of my experiences have instilled in me an unwavering sense of determination, which I have channeled into my artistry. The result is a series of bold and dynamic pieces, exuding a raw power that I am sure will resonate with anyone who views them. I feel this collection truly represents my artistic vision, and I am excited to share it with the world.

"I'm curious what Grandma is up to." I slowly made my way to the house and hid underneath a window. I heard a soft moan from within—it sounded like a woman's. "A young body is definitely more productive. I was surprised we could offer them four paintings last time. This time, we're doing three," Grandma spoke in a joyful tone. "M-Madam Albright…" I heard Beth gasping and moaning in the room. "I get it. You've worked hard. Don't worry. I'll treat you right. Drink this, and you'll recover soon."

Not only that, you're just jealous and can't take it when someone else's outstanding. I nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right. I should be a saint and forgive my boyfriend for pursuing his artistic awakening instead of spending time with me on my birthday. Is that right?" "Exactly! You'll still have your birthday next year, but this was Bianca's only time to capture her prime youth. Once it's gone, it's gone. I was just helping a friend chase her dreams. What's wrong with that?" "You're absolutely right," I said approvingly. "If that's how much you love art, then go for it. We're done."