Novel & Cerita Painter Theme

“Whoever wrote this is definitely paid personally.” This would sound weird, but it made me relaxed a little bit that someone else than me was mad. So I was not overreacting, was I? Our new product consisted of an eye palette with an art theme. I sampled some colors from famous paintings such as Da Vinci’s Monalisa, Klimt’s The Kiss, Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam, and Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. I was excited with that product, because I was contributing not just as the boss, but also as an artist. It was nice to include something that you love to your work.

“I’d need about ten gigs.” She chuckles. “One. I've only got one.” Damn it. One can only afford her drugs. “But I’ll pay five times the price of one…” She makes me sit up, active. “And I’ll have half the amount wired to you as soon as we conclude.” She pauses. “Besides, you're owing me a portrait.” Now, something feels off. “What’s…” I gulp dryly. “What’s the theme?” “Darling,” she scoffs. “If I were you, I wouldn't be worried about the theme.” She waits a beat. “His fans want something hot to rave about, not his usual abs and cock… they’re over that now.”

; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} She told me the last theme she used so I told her that the transformer would be the theme. I remembered Luke likes transformers.

But I'm no idiot and I'm definitely not perfecting professional nudes for Blake Hamilton because of undying love or naivety. One could argue that I'm doing it for money and to also get back at my judgemental friend and they would be right, but if I'm being honest I'm doing it because I want to. I'm having the time of my life, the money and teaching Mckayla a lesson is just an added bonus. You are perfect. Send more pictures.

Takeshi turns his gaze back at Koishi who was just staring blankly ahead of him as his eyes moves down at his hands which were coated with different colours, along with the brush as if it was dipped over different colours many times. As the yellow, orange and green dripped down on the floor one after the other, along with that multiple papers lying on the floor crumpled into small balls or into small pieces. By looking at it makes it seems as if it was scribbled over and over again with the colours or with the pencil itself. Making Takeshi turn his gaze back at the canvas, with the smile returning over his face which can be seen how fake it is. “Oh, are you just done with the outlines? I’m s

This was supposed to be unforgettable for her. “Red,” She began but stopped to breathe in. “I’m not a believer in love at first sight, but when I first saw you, my heart stopped beating, and it was like it peeked outside my chest to see you.” She turned her head to my children. “I fell in love with the children and with you,” her last three words were almost a whisper as she returned her gaze and locked her eyes on me. “I love your family… your colorful family,” she chuckled sweetly and looked at my kids. “Red, fill my world with hue. With you. Before you came, it was nothing but gray, but you brought colors into my life. I’ll only ask you for one thing… Paint my world, Red, and I'll paint y

“Think we could use a little jazzing up in our office building. All we have is a bunch of boring abstract shit. Think you’d be up for taking a look sometime and see what you could do to color up the walls a bit?” She smiled. “Of course. I’d like that. But I’ll warn you now. My paintings are definitely colorful. I’m not into the dull, darker stuff. I like . . . vibrant colors. Themes. And I’d definitely have to shift gears. What I’m working on now would hardly be appropriate for a business setting.” Ash coughed, choking on a laugh. Jace’s eyebrows went up. “Oh? Do tell. What are you working on?” She blushed again, knowing she’d stuck her foot in her mouth.

Payton pressed her lips together and exhaled. Of course, he would not agree to help her that easily. What an arrogant bastard. She pressed her lips together, blinked her eyes, and played with the tip of her fingers. “You saw the painting, right? And you asked about the theme.” “So?” King tilted his head. “Its theme is family. The painting illustrates ‘Family’ and I will be talking about it there too. It will seem weird if you are not in attendance… don’t you think?” She raised her brows, hoping he would see meaning in her words.

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

It was nice and was helping my creativity, and soon the dark Fall ocean appeared on my canvas. Thomas got up from his chair to look up close what I recreated only with pencils. It wasn’t a sketch. I made it like a black and white photograph, doing a very good job with the shades. “This is stunning!” he exclaimed, but then wrinkled his forehead. “But why don’t you use paint as you do in school?”