Painter Book Novels & Stories

When I released his hand, he took it, flipped it to the last page, and showed the drawing to me. My lips parted, seeing a pencil sketch of me standing in the gazebo. “This was more like a surprise for me, Aya. I never thought I’d be able to draw again after Scarlett left me,” he smiled, moving to the easel I did not notice when I came earlier. “It’s not finished yet, but -” I walked closer to the canvas, my eyes welling with tears again, eyeing the painting before me. I sniffled; my lips pursed but quivered as I gazed at my image on the canvas. I turned around, dashing toward his direction and embracing Red.

She would paint every day, though her paintings were mediocre, to say the least. Her subjects were babies, and every one of them looked alike. It baffled me why the rich would spend a fortune to buy Grandma's paintings. "It's done." Grandma set her brush on the table. I drew closer to take a look. As expected, it was yet another ugly painting. "Bring her in." She rose and brought the painting into a room without turning on the lights. The man hurried out and brought back a pretty young woman with him. He comforted her, "Hey, just go in."

Four large paintings hung on the main wall, each one lit perfectly so it seemed to breathe on its own. Her eyes moved across them slowly… and then she saw something that caught her attention immediately. Paintings. And one of the paintings was hers. It was a piece she had finished months ago — a woman standing by a window, half in shadow, half in light. The brushwork showed all the quiet pain and hope she had felt when she painted it. Seeing it here, among the other strong works, made her chest tighten. “Quentin…” she whispered. He stood close behind her, tall and steady. “They selected four paintings this year. Yours was one of them.”

I chuckled. "Fore-edge painting is... like a painting, or a form of painting, on the edge of the book, where we turn the book! In the end. So when the book is closed... it puts that part like a painting, yes it can be simple or complex... it's free, there are several genres.. like boho, simplicity to natural art... modern art? Yes, it's free! It's just like a medium there, so it adds to the function of the book too, if you put it there it can be a display." I explained.

I can use it,Gregorio whispered. He quickly took four large handkerchiefs, and next, he approached the large black cabinet. He offered a fervent prayer to his master, after praying, he took a small box in which he temporarily placed the paintbrushes that can be used by four students. Gregorio opened the drawer where the painting that Alyssa had previously finished was. Only Alyssa's name and signature were missing. He opened another drawer where there were three paintings that he had made the other day, this is what he will use with the three students.

His blue eyes followed every contour, every shape, and once he was ready to apply color, he asked, “Are you comfortable in that position?” Caty smirked. “I’ve done worse with you.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I forgot. Sorry about that.” She giggled in return, trying to stay as still as possible. He continued painting, a smile tugging at his lips. Several times, he had to take deep breaths to calm himself and clear the rising heat building between his legs. He focused all his effort on the painting, he didn’t want to disappoint her. After nearly an hour, he finally finished. It wasn’t that hard, he only used three sets of colors: one for the skin tone, black for her eyes and outlines, and brown for

"I heard you're quite an artist and wanted to grab better set of art tools you might need outside town but I couldn't leave you here alone so I ordered someone else to get them for me. Is everything to your liking?" "I didn't know you had helpers." "Being at the top of the food chain has its perks." Arthur says, "You can paint then I'll leave you be." Just before he leaves, I said, "Stay instead. I want to know you better." "Very well then if that's what pleases you." I started to paint bold strokes as I fiddled along with different colors and techniques I haven't used in a while as Arthur sat beside me reading his book. It felt peaceful... like a painting. The colors are in perfect harmony